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PT’s Ball Part 2

PT Josh has more in store for our injured athlete.

Over the next week I probably jacked off double what I normally would. I could blame it on not exercising, but the more I jerked it, the more my thoughts would drift back to Josh’s office. It’s like I was hot for the guy or something, but I wasn’t. I didn’t need him or his crazy ball technique. Coach, however, didn’t agree. He was pissed that I wasn’t improving fast enough so he sent me straight to the PT instead of practice. 

“I hear you haven’t been improving. Have you been stretching?” asked Josh as I hobbled into the room. I looked down, and shook my head. 

“It’s important to focus on recovery, otherwise it’s going to take a lot longer. Here, hop up,” he said, grabbing a ball from a nearby drawer. I reluctantly sat on the table. 

“Now show me what you’ve been doing at home.” I sat there. I wasn’t doing anything at home, aside from jerkin’ it. I looked at the floor. 

“Look if this is about what happened last time -” 

“NO! No! No.” I said denying it, maybe a little forcefully. 

Josh looked at me, trying to find my eyes. He was looking for something, and then - he pulled down his shorts. 

“Woah!” 

“Hey, I know last time you got a little embarrassed, so this time I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone in this.” I was staring at the PT wearing nothing but a jock strap from the waist down. I mean I wasn't staring. I looked at first but then I looked away. He pulled off his shirt too. He fixed his hat so his hair was peaking out of it like always, then looked back at me. “See nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I sighed. I could feel my dick already getting fuller. I rolled the ball around underneath me. The familiar feeling of breaking down the muscles was there, and the relief. I passed the ball from one side to the other. Like last time I ended up sitting on the ball as it nudged my hole.

“And stop there.” Said Josh. The look in his eyes had changed. It was like he was daring me to enjoy it. “Yeah really let that stretch the muscles there.”

“Here?”

“Yeah. Don't you feel that stretch?”

“Uhhh not really.” I was trying to hide the fact that my dick was tenting. I don't know if my downplaying worked, but it was all I could do.

“Then we might try another position.” Josh gently put his hands on my shoulders, pushing my back down to the table. Then he grabbed an ankle in each hand and raised my legs above me. He drove them back just like how they were in the tackle that started this whole thing, only not so far.

He rested one leg on his shoulder and grabbed the ball from the table, squeezing it against my right butt cheek with his hip. I'd kept myself pretty cool up to this point but now I was back to being a moaning grunting mess. All the while I looked up at Josh, with that same fucking smirk.

“See, we really need to massage and stretch out the muscles in all sorts of positions or they'll just stay tight.” His jock pouch occasionally brushed against my exposed hole as he dragged the ball around. I worried about moaning too much but Josh didn’t seem to mind. I'm pretty sure my eyes were rolling as my dick kept twitching. It felt so good, the only relief I've gotten for my banged up ass. But also, it was so electric to feel him so close to me, I don't know why, but he was doing something to me that I didn't want to stop. From the look of it, he wasn’t trying to stop anything either.

As he moved the ball from side to side it slipped up and out.  The force Josh was using carried his hips straight into me. Now his dick was pressed against me. Even through the jock, I could feel it twitch.

“Oops! Well maybe we're done with the ball. Feeling good?” He asked, still pressing his member to my hole.

“Yea” I said breathlessly.

“Great. One last thing.” Josh came around the table, still holding my leg up over my chest. Then he pulled up and over so my back was perpendicular to the table, my ass was pointed to the ceiling, and my legs were hanging there. I held it for a second, then started to wobble. 

Josh, seeing me lose my balance, stepped in and wrapped his arms around my back to keep my upright. With him stepping in and my head on the table, his jock was pressed up against my face now.

“Gotcha!”

“Umm, hey man, your jock is right in my face.”

“Oh sorry about that.” 

Josh, steadying me with one hand, pulled his jock to the side, letting his growing dick and balls flop out right onto my face. I couldn't believe it. All the sudden I was getting up close and personal with another man’s dick… and I was rock hard.

“Better?”

“...uhhh” I said. And Josh, sly guy that he is, just slipped his dick into my mouth. “Fuck it,” I thought. Might as well. I started sucking. I kinda knew what I expected taste wise from smelling so much musk in the locker room, but Josh clearly tended to himself better than most. It was almost sweet on my tongue, and his dick felt silky on my tongue. It was growing in my mouth, and i kept opening wider and wider. For whatever reason I had become dick hungry.  

My horniness might had been because soon as Josh slipped his dick in,  he started going to town on my ass. He ate my hole like his job depended on it. This was love of the game action. It felt incredible. 

He pulled my jock to the side and started jerking me off. I was sucking, getting rimmed, and getting jerked off all at once. I thought I might explode, and then I did. Ropes of cum shot right onto my face, Josh pulled out, just as one spurt painted my lips. It was salty, kinda good, and made even better when I felt Josh lick it off me.

He put my legs down, pulled my head off the table and throat fucked me until he came. I was so blissed out I barely kissed him back as he licked his own load off my face. He cupped my head in his hands. 

“You ever want more, you tell Coach you need ball time with Josh.”

“Cool… Hey Josh… I want ball time.”

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PT’s Balls pt. 1

The PT, Josh, helps out after an injury, but things feel too good. Jock, Trainer, caught, embarrassed, accidental boner.   

Sports injuries are common, but getting dragged along the field so bad it strains your ass is another thing. Usually it looks worse than it feels but in this case, I felt pretty bad. The tackle knocked me on my back, but when the other guys had driven the QB into my legs, so hard my knees were on the grass behind my ears and then pushed me a few yards, that's when things took a turn. 

I couldn't tell if I'd pulled something, or torn something, or if my mussels were just bruised to hell. In any case, there was a lot of PT ahead of me. We had done some stretches last week but nothing was helping. So Josh, my PT, suggested I “switch it up” and placed a smooth white ball on the table.

“I can't do lacrosse, man. I respect myself.”

“It's not that, it's a technique,” said Josh patiently but with a smile. He’s a nice guy but he can talk shit with the best when he wants to. His hair was just poking out of the back of his ballcap. He would’ve been douchey if he wasn’t so nice.  

“Stretching won't be enough here, we have to break apart the lactic acid that's built up in the muscle. Just roll the ball all over the sore area daily, and you'll see improvement.”

“Like this?” I said, picking up the ball and dragging it on the underside of my shorts. 

Josh chuckled. “No, put the ball on the table and sit on it. You'll want your body weight to do most of the work. Then roll it around under you. You can use your arms to steady yourself.”

I didn't really think he was serious, but then he patted the table twice, expectantly. “Fuck it,” I thought, “worth a shot.” I really only gave it one shot before it all fell apart. The ball slipped out from under me immediately and Josh had to go fetch it off the floor. 

“Sorry.” I said, actually embarrassed about how clumsy I’d been since the tackle. It’s crazy how important your ass is to balance, and trying to hold myself up with just my arms was a real challenge. 

“You know, those workout shorts look cool but they're not helping here. You’ll get better grip on skin.”

Look, I've been pretty casual about locker room nudity and whatnot. This, though, it was a little weird. I mean it was just us. I was only wearing a jock underneath my shorts. I hesitated.

“It's okay. Nothing I haven't seen before.” Josh assured me.

I step out of the shorts, a little difficult with the muscles in my ass being a damn mess, but this should help. Josh places the ball on the table but then holds it there.

“Just to get started,” he said, looking up at me. 

I straddle the hand, my white jock brushing his arm. I could feel his hand on my asscheek as I sat down on the ball. This time it doesn't fly out from under me. No it feels like I'm cracking a glowstick and all the sudden soreness I didn't realize I had in my ass is getting pummeled. I make a sound. I don't want to call it a moan. It just came out - kinda moany.

“There you go.” Said Josh, with that same smirky smile. He pulled his hand out from under me and brushed my jock with his palm. I would've said something if I wasn't so focused on getting the relief I needed.

“Now roll it around under you.”

More sounds. I was really feeling it, a mix of pain, and soreness, but also relief. Something this ball was doing was really working. It felt good. Really good. Fuck. I was chubbing up. 

“You okay?”

“Yup” I basically grunt, trying to think of anything that’ll kill my boner.

“Here.” Josh grabs me under my arms to steady me. I feel my dick jump. 

“No, I got it.” I say reflexively 

“Okay.” And Josh stepped back. 

Fuck! Now he can see even clearer. My dick is pointed up to the sky, stretching the pouch of the jock strap. It's beyond a roll of quarters. It's a roadside sign. Fuck, why does this give me a boner right now. I hold still. Maybe it'll just go down.

“Make sure to get the other side too.”

I pick myself up and roll around on the other cheek. I'm not looking at Josh, but I know he can see it. What does he think of me? My dick is straining. I'm sure I'm bright red but at least this is helping with the soreness. 

“Now try to roll the ball side to side and back and forth.”

“Hu-what?!”

“Just really move it around.”

At this point I couldn't get any more embarrassed so I made a big fucking joke out of it. 

“Like this?!” I say jerking my hips back and forth. My dick is flopping around in the jock… and then it's just flopping around. Wait. Fuck. I look down. Yup. My hard dick has shaken free cause of my dumb joke and is bopping around. I stop and it’s pointing at Josh, who’s trying to look like everything is normal.

I come down to the table off my arms. As I do the ball seems to roll right to my butthole. I'm sitting on this ball like a chicken hatching an egg but it's like… poking my hole. I feel it pushing into my ass as I put my body weight down onto it. Then my dick jumps and pumps a clear slick bead of pre-cum onto the table. 

Fuck.

I see Josh focus on it. I quickly try to cover it up and stand so I can grab my shorts. Fuck it's painful to bend. Josh beats me to it and hands me my shorts. I thank him and try to get them on. The extra layer of fabric does nothing to disguise the fact that I'm rock hard.

Josh looks at me and says with a smirk, “I should head to the field before practice. What don't you wait until you feel… ready to join us.”

I'm hot all over my body. He’s seen me. He knows exactly what happened. I don't even know why. Fuck. He turns to leave but then he spots my precut still on the table. He looks back at me before he swipes his finger across it and leaves the room.

I'm shocked. Fuck. Did he? Did he just take my precum? My dick jumps again, pumping another bead of pre that soaks through to the outside of my shorts.

This fucking day.

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The Final Submission 

A bet takes a roommate relationship deep into submission.

It was unmistakeable: the look in my roommate's eyes. He was finally ready to submit. His leaking caged dick bouncing on my stomach, oozing his pent up loads, was the sure sign that what had been a curiosity was now devotion. The way he was grinding on my dick, using my hard tool to scratch an itch deep inside that he wanted - no - needed to scratch. Yeah, he was ready to be my locked bitch now. 

After the breach of containment with Locktober being a kink thing, and a bros "locking in" thing, it was a joke in our house. 

"Dude how long do you think you could last?"

"Longer than you dude."

This went round and round until finally, I escalated. I found some cages in many sizes being resold on Reddit, ran them through the dishwasher a few times, and proposed the bet.

We'd keep each other’s keys, and the first guy to be let out was the loser. It meant I'd have to sacrifice a few days, maybe even a week of dick freedom, but I needed to push my roomie past the initial doubt.

He laughed awkwardly when I proposed it. Shrugging and looking away, but then his curiosity got the better of him. We had jerked it together when we both got home drunk or high, but the sober showing and locking of dicks was something else. Still, a challenge is a challenge and he never backed down, and, with me holding his key, he never would.

We shaved, mostly by ourselves, but we helped get some spots on the underside for each other. That chubbed us up, so we took turns icing each other's dicks until they went down. Doing a helicopter dick with a whole lot of metal around your dick isn't as fun.

The next two days were easy. The morning wood was a challenge. I knew I needed to egg him on until at least a week. When I finally "caved" my roommate looked smug and relieved. I'm sure he was going to turn around and ask for his key. He didn't even make me beg that much for the key. It was delicious to watch that smugness melt away.

"What do you mean no?"

"No you can't have your key. I mean, really it's my key, I bought the cages."

"Bro-"

"This is me pushing you into your potential. Haven't you felt more focused over the last week?"

"Only sometimes, but I'm more distracted than even when I'm horny. I nearly broke my bed grinding to get some relief."

"It'll pass. I'm keeping you locked up. End of discussion."

Even though I wanted to jerk it so bad, I left. I had to get out of there or he'd spend the night arguing. 

The next day I pretended to feel bad. "I went too far. Let me get one more embarrassment out of you and then it'll be done."

He agreed. Idiot.

I made his strip naked, showing off the cage and kneel before me. I made him close his eyes, and say, "thank you for locking up my dick."

Of course, I made him close his eyes so I could take a video for blackmail. 

When he opened his eyes and saw me filming, he didn't even fight me. Poor guy. He knew he'd lost. The cage stayed on, lest I send it around to his buddies. The cage has already made him horny. The second week it made him crazy. Then it made him beg. That's when the submission started.

"If you walk around the house naked except for your cage I'll let you out."

“Fine.”

"You have to call me sir in the house."

“But-”

“What do you call  me”

"Sir, I need to cum. I need to nut, sir. Please."

I left out some fiber and lube. Then a few toys. He protested but I'd find them gone when I got back one day. 

"I know you're working on getting your nut boy, but I don't want to leave with nothing. I've decided to share my loads with you. On your knees"

The blowjob was solid. But I knew I'd really gotten to him when I saw him lick cum I left on the kitchen counter for him. He only played with his ass when I wasn't home. Shy. So I drove my car down the block and then snuck back into the house. He was moaning in the bathroom with the smallest plug in. He needed to be helped, the poor guy.

I sat in the living room, dick hard and lubed up. He came over but I redirected his drooling mouth. 

"No I'm going to make you cum boy"

He sat on my dick, a little awkwardly at first but once I started hitting the spot he'd been unable to reach, I saw it. That looking of submission. The shame washed away, the anger was gone, now he was just so grateful to be feeling this pleasure, it didn't matter that I was the cause of his pain. He wanted this and I was going to give it to him. 

He rode my dick until finally he started pausing, gasping for air. That's when I plunged deep and relentlessly into his hole. He had to hold onto me as he spurted out a month's back up cum from his locked dick.

It took him a minute to come down to earth. All he could say was "thank you for locking up my dick, Sir."

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Daddy Dr.

Step-dad doc surprises his boy with an at home exam.

My mom’s second husband insists on me calling him Dad. It's kinda weird, but I gave in. He's a doctor and he wears his scrubs at home long after he gets back from the office. Again, the whole thing is a little weird, but it got worse over the summer 

I was home, and I thought I was alone, so I didn't bother putting on a shirt. Then I saw “Dad” in the kitchen. I could feel him looking at me so I wanted to make things quick. I grabbed some snacks out of the cabinet and while I was reaching up I felt him run a finger down my spine. I got a full body shiver and turned around.

"I didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted to check your back. Scoliosis."

"Umm. Okay?" I said as grabbed my snacks

"Hey - Don't give me attitude."

"Whatever, You're not my doctor!" I spat back.

"And who is?"

I was stumped. I couldn't remember. It'd been a while and I was bad with names as it is -

"That's it. You need a physical."

Dad grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to his bedroom. I tried to protest but he was taller, bigger, and more determined than I was. He was a stocky dude, the parts of his body I’d seen were pretty hairy too. A real macho type. He could be gruff and a little blunt, but this was the first time he'd completely manhandled me. 

After dragging me into the bedroom he pulled my shorts down so I was just standing there in my tight white briefs. I tried to cover up but he'd turned around to grab the stethoscope from his dresser.

“What's going on?”

"I'm giving you a proper physical since you clearly haven't had one in years."

This was so ridiculous, but he'd already started to listen to my breathing. My heart rate was elevated by the surprise. He was grabbing me all around - feeling my neck, my legs, around my arms and chest.

"Is this really medically needed?"

"Who's the doctor here?"

I rolled me eyes. What a prick.

"Who's the doctor here?!" he grabbed my face and made me look into his eyes.

"You are." I said through puckered lips. 

"That's right. So I'll tell you what you need medically. Now bend over, I'm going to check your back."

With that be put one hand on my back and bent me over, and put the other hand on my chest. The weirdness had worn off at this point. Actually, the touching had started to feel kinda good? I’m never had a real massage before, and it was nice to have someone rub me - hold me - like embarrassingly good. I popped a boner as my “dad” and acting-doctor rubbed the ridges of my spine all the way down the top of my ass. He lingered on the waistband of my briefs for a minute.

"These have got to go."

"Wait!"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Swiftly, he pulled down my briefs. My harening dick flopped out. I felt it grow even harder now. Fuck, this was embarrassing.

“Now stand up straight” 

I was silent. Hoping that I could think of something that would make my dick deflate. 

“Boy if you don't stand up…”

SMACK. 

His hand landed on my exposed ass. The Sting caused me to recoil, and stand. A bead of pre-cum oozed out of my dick. I saw myself in the mirror, I was bright red. I also saw Dad looking at me. He met my gaze in the mirror. 

“That’s okay. It’s only natural.” 

As he said that he dropped his scrub pants and showed his bulging thong. 

After a thorough throat, dick, and ass exam, I think I’ll always remember who my doctor is. Or at least my new favorite doctor is.

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Bold Move

Travis finally pushes past the bits to see if his buddy wants his bits.

(Caught, Friend, Bros)

Fuck! He was doing it. Legs splayed on the lawn chair, hard cock pulsing in his hand. Travis knew his buddy Omar would be coming over. He knew he would be caught dick out and stroking, but today he didn't intend to cover up as he'd done before.

Omar and Trav had been friends for years-practically grown up together. They had early curiosities, but nothing major. Nothing that scratched an inch Trav felt, to be naked, stroking, and yet totally normal with his bud.

He heard a car pull into the driveway. He had to pace himself. He wanted to give Omar a chance to really look. He'd seen glances in the locker room. They'd done their "pranks" where the punchline is getting flashed, or pantsing. They always laughed... and lingered...

"Trav?" he heard, muffled by the closed sliding door. Omar was calling out, probably bracing for a prank. He hadn't been spotted yet, but he couldn't turn back. He'd walked out here in the buff, his clothes back in his room. He was out here and waiting.

The house went quiet. Travis imagined that Omar had seen him through the glass sliding door. He couldn't turn around, as much as he wanted to check. He had to be caught in the act. He started playing porn on this phone. Not that he needed it, the situation made him as bricked up as he'd ever been.

He'd muted the video, so his headphones did not obstruct the deliberate opening of the sliding door. He was being hunted. He felt a rush rising in him, but he had to hold off. He didn't want to spoil it. He moaned. He heard the a stifled laugh. Fuck yes. Should he turn around? Or should he wait to see how far his friends curiosity would go? He closed his eyes. What was he going to do-

"What cha doing bud?"

Travis' eyes shot open. He felt the urge to release his grip and cover his throbbing member, but he knew how he wanted this go. He kept his hand pumping his hard cock. He took out his headphones and blinked up at Omar, in a cap, tank, and basketball shorts. Omar tugged his dick, or did he just unconsciously adjust it? Fuck this was hot.

"I'm jerking it." Travis said, like a hostage negotiator, knowing he couldn't betray the intentionality of his game.

"Yo-o-u are!" said Omar, chuckling. Another dick touch.

"Join me. It's liberating." said Travis looking up at the grey sky, as if that had been his goal.

It was happening. Fuck! He kept pumping his cock. He was starting to pre-cum like crazy now. Did Omar notice? He looked up at his friend, who was slowly folding his dick through his shorts. He didn't wear underwear-he never wore underwear! He had to want this too.

"I've seen it man. Don't be shy." coaxed Travis.

"Not hard."

"Don't leave me hanging."

"I'm not!"

There he was. The guy who'd never back down from something, no matter what. Omar slide his shorts down to his knees. His growing uncut throbber bobbed for a moment, before he caught it and began stroking it.

Travis was mentally saving every moment he could to his mental spank bank. There they were. Buds tugging on their dicks.

"Nice cock bro-AH!" He wanted to last. He wanted to see how far he could stretch it, but it was all too hot for him. Fuck. He was cumming. He moaned and shock as ropes of cum arch directly toward his face-his open mouth-now glazed with cum.

"holy shit!" muttered Omar, as he stared at his friend in the throws of orgasm. All Travis could do was breath heavy. He licked his lips absently.

"How's it taste?"

Travis looked up at his bud, now the one who was jerking without stopping his rhythm.

"Not bad."

They stared at each other. Travis' cock still pulsing with the last of his load.

"want mine?"

"...yeah."

Omar closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and brought his dick close enough to Travis to smell. It was sweet, musky, and salty. Fuck he wanted it. Travis leaned forward and closed his lips around his buddy's cock.

"OH fuck!"

Streams of cum shot to the back of Travis' throat. It made him gag a bit, but his didn't quit. He lapped up the mix of his buddy's and his nut. His own dick hadn't lots of bit of it's steam. Fuck this was so hot.

Omar took some heavy breaths, still inside his bud.

"You wanted me to find you out here, didn't you?"

"yeah" said travis as well as he could with a dick in his mouth.

"Bold move." said Omar, looking down at his bud. He patted his check, bulging out with his dick. This was going to be a lot of fun.

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Coach knows his history. He had the squad caged up like the Hanky Code. Light blue for his oral string, dark blue for the anal string, and orange for his extra special boys.

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Coach’s Cameras 

Locker room cameras makes some players show off for coach.

"No, no the shower cameras are fake." Explained Coach Huntly. He was on the phone with the athletic director. There had always been horseplay in the showers after practice, but after a slip and fall led to injury, Coach had to take some action.

"It'll put a little fear in them." Said Coach. Of course, Coach installed real cameras. He'd always had a leering eye for his boys. The few glances here and there had excited him. Calling team captains into his office as they come out of the shower, dripping and nearly naked, was a thrill. Now he'd have a full view.

The next practice there was a mix of fear and confusion on the players faces. These all-Americans boys weren't used to feeling consequences for their actions, but Coach was firm about it. 

As Coach loaded up his laptop in his office he heard his players' grumbling though the microphone.

"It's gotta be illegal bro."

"No way it's actually real dude."

"Where even is it?"

While some jocks hunched shyly, most seemed indifferent. One boy, a rookie player named Mitch, was clearly on a mission to find the camera. When his eyes locked on the lens, it felt like he was staring right into Coach's eyes. Huntly's dick jumped in his short shorts, and Mitch's dick did too. The exhibitionist had found an audience.

Mitch helicoptered his dick, tugging on it until it was erect for all to see. The other guys laughed.

"Nothing's stopping Mitch, I guess."

"Yo Mitch, you giving Coach the same show we always get?"

Coach Huntly slid his shorts down, massaging his hard dick through his jock. It was clear that Mitch's displays were a regular thing. 

"You like that Coach?" Mitch said, smirking at the camera. "Hey Luke, let's show Coach what we do in the shower when we win."

Luke was a bigger guy, a gentle giant, who's round ass had been facing the camera the whole time. Mitch gave it a slap, and Luke jumped. He turned, showing Coach that Luke was just as turned on as Mitch.

"C'mon Mitch, not on camera!"

"There's no way that's real dude. And even if it's real, might as well show Coach what you'd do to be team captain next year." Mitch teased, and he slapped Luke's thick swollen cock. Luke doubled over and groaned. Mitch took the opportunity to shove his cock in Luke's mouth and start face fucking him. 

There were cheers, groans, and a few eye rolls from the team. Some players left and toweled off, some got closer to the action, stroking at the view, while others hung back and just watched.

The team captain, a trim ginger named Joe came up behind Luke. He buried his face in Luke's cheeks. Luke's body shook. The three of them moaned in cycles. Joe looked right to the camera and said 

"Coach I hope you're taking notes, cause I want you to eat my ass like this."

The shower had devolved into an amateur peep show. The team, either in defiance or bravado, took turns showing off for Coach, though Mitch, Luke, and Joe were clearly the most eager about the situation. Soon a few of the lurk and jerk jocks started to bust. A few eager boys took loads while others tried to shoot to the wall for distance.  

Mitch, Luke, and Joe had started a three way kiss in the center of the open shower. Mitch and Joe were jerking Luke and rubbing his taint, until he bucked shooting his load into Joe's hand. Joe swiftly smeared the load on Luke's face and the three of them continued kissing, snowballing to the cheers of the few left in the shower. Joe and Mitch both jerked themselves off and added their loads to the sticky kiss. 

Coach wanted to wait to the bitter end but seeing this, he busted into his jock. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. His dick didn't droop one bit as he stayed glued to the screen. A bit of ass slapping and teasing persisted as the boys toweled off.

Mitch called out as he left "see you later Coach, ya pervert!" Luke and Joe tried to sush him.

There was a few moments of total silence in the locker room and Coach's adjoining office. Then Coach scrubbed the video back to the start and watched the shower again and again And again.

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Coach found it challenging to look at his players in the same way the next day. He needed to be cool about this if he wanted another show. Sure enough when the boys took to the shower there was more posturing and jerking, though it seemed the novel thrill of being on camera had worn off for a few of them. 

Mitch, Luke, and Joe still led the pack, but most days it was a simple jerk and swallow in the shower. 

By the following week the rhythm had become predictable to Coach Huntly. The approach, the laughter, the joshing before the sexual drive in the boys took over was routine, all while Coach watched on his screen in the next room, rubbing himself through his jock.

It came as a surprise when Coach heard someone in his office.

"Damn Coach, you really are a perv!"

Coach whipped around to see Mitch, and Joe standing in towels, still dripping from the shower. He did a double take to his computer and to his confusion saw Mitch and Joe in the shower too.

"Whaaa?" was all Coach could get out before Joe interrupted.

"These WiFi camera are so easy to patch into. You'd think he'd have recognized he's watching Tuesday again huh?" Said Joe smirking and tenting his towel.

"Clearly he's just happy for the view. I mean look at him."

Coach tried to cover up his even more erect pouch. His head was spinning. He needed to get control of this.

"Get out of here boys, this isn't what it looks like."

As Coach reached down to pull his pants up, Mitch grabbed the laptop off the desk. 

"Hey!" 

But Mitch was already darting off into the locker room. Coach shuffled after him pants halfway up his legs. As Mitch arrived in the locker room he shouted into the shower.

"Well boys we were right, Coach is very happy to watch the game day footage."

"Boys this isn't what it looks like."

"Isn't it?" Said Joe as he grabbed Coach's pants and jock and yanked them down. Coach's hard, thick eight inch cock bounced for all to see. Luke, who was heading out of the shower just stood there slack jawed. 

"None of this leaves this room or you'll be off the team forever. Do you hear me?" Coach bellowed, but his grip on the team was slipping.

Mitch just smiled and said, "None of these videos can leave this room or you'll be out of a job forever, Coach."

Joe punctuated this blackmail with a hard spank on Coach's ass. Huntly knew now he was at the mercy of the lusty boys he'd been leering at. 

"What do you say we make coach the star of his next video boys?"

With a cheer coming from the large group shower, Mitch and Joe stripped Coach down and dragged him into the wet room. Careful to position him in the center the team went to work. Luke on his knees slobbered on Coach's hog, which Joe bent him over and ate his ass. Coach moaned but only before Mitch grabbed his face and pull him close.

"I want to see those eyes as you suck my dick."

Coach, like a puppy dog, looked up at the grinned Mitch as he leaned forward and started to blow him. 

The four of them, bucking and moaning got the rest of the team to a state of horny agitation. Someone asked,

"Hey Joe, you think Coach can take some punishment back there."

Joe spat on his finger and thrust it into his Coach. Huntly had taken poundings before, but never found himself ass up for a team of young studs like this. He shivered and Joe grazed his prostate.

"Oh yeah, he can take it." Joe stood up and using the body wash from the dispenser, pinned up his dick. Coach's eyes went wide as he felt Joe push in. Mitch just stared down and kept his gaze. 

"That's right Coach, you're ours now."

The next hour was a blur to ol' Huntly. He couldn't remember who was in his hole when, but he took a lot of his team. By the end a chant rose up.

"Cum on coach! Cum on Coach!"

They laid him flat on the shower floor and stood over him. Coach just looked up and saw a circle of hard jocks jerking over him. 

Pretty soon one boy busted, then another. They helped each other until they'd all pumped one load out. Mitch, made a point to cum all over Coach’s face, then pushed his load into coach's mouth.

The coach burst on himself to the cheers of the rest of the players.

"You get all that Joe?" Mitch called out.

"Yup, saved to the cloud."

Mitch patted Coach's red face. "I think I know what practice is going to look like now, if you don't want everyone to know what kind of pervert you are."

Coach could only sigh. He knew he was caught in a bind, but if this is the cost of being caught, he only wished it'd happened sooner.

Don’t ever drop the soap!! 😅

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Jock Help Chapter 4

Dennis discovers what is waiting for him in the basement.

The basement was a cold slab of concrete with a few overhead lights, dim and spare. Dennis could see, in the center of the room, a bed with some ropes tied to the frame. His Dad, Joe, was darting in and out of the light, his hard dick slapping his body as he moved around. He was tying ropes to the bed frame. He looked up as Clark led Dennis down. 

“Well Joe, you’ve done a bang up job. The best boy we’ve auctioned.”

“Auctioned?” asked Dennis. He was more focused about keeping Clark’s load in than anything. This talk of auction was new. Had his Dad planned to be here today? Joe could see his boy’s face contort with confusion. 

“Don’t worry about that Den.” Joe said. “Look, I found the key.” 

The Key! Finally Dennis could get some proper release. 

“But I have to tell you about rule #3.”

“What’s rule #3 dad?” Dennis’ stomach sank. 

“Locked boys don’t earn their keys, their Doms do.” 

Fuck! Dennis was shattered, so close to the key he’d been in need of all week, and now it was, again, out of his control. 

“Stop explaining, he’ll figure it out.” barked Clark, as he stepped over with a gag. 

Joe dropped his eyes and nodded. Clark stuck the gag in Denni’s mouth, still open with surprise. Joe and Clark tied Dennis down to the bed, arms on the headbeam and legs were bent to either side of the bed and sectured. His cage was on display, as was his ass. They heard a knock on the storm cellar door to the basement. 

“Come on in boys” called Clark. 

A line of naked men stepped down into the basement, talking, grumbling, stroking their growing dicks. Dennis could pick out a few common phrases.“Auction, locked sub, earn the key, don’t cum too quick.” He was distracted by his dad hanging the key to a string above his head. Clark spoke above them all. 

“Alright, we’ve got another Auction today. If you earn the key you get to keep the boy, Joe’s had him locked up for a week and I’ve warmed him up already. So whoever can’t hold their nut, you’re next.”

A man that Dennis didn’t recognize came up to him. He positioned himself in between Dennis’ legs. Dennis moaned through his gag as the man entered him. The man fucked him, and flicked his cage a little before moaning deeply. His pace quickened, then sputtered, as he came inside Dennis. 

One by one the men came up and fucked Dennis. The few that were familiar to Dennis, men he’d seen around town,  gave him a little smile. Dennis couldn’t believe he was seeing them like this, or that they were seeing him like this - strapped down and whimpering. All the while his dad was watching and stroking. He would occasionally drop his precum on the dick fucking his son. As one very large dick stretched dennis’ hole, tears began to stream down his face. It felt amazing, so much pressure and sensation in his hole, but it was a lot for a new bottom. Clark stepped over, licked the tears off Dennis’ face and spat them back into Dennis’ mouth. 

“Now you’re feeling it boy.”

Dennis was being thrust into waves of ecstasy and pleasure that he could only moan even if he didn’t have a gag in his mouth. He felt wide open and full of loads. 

Finally Joe came over to mount his boy. First, he licked the precum that was leaking out of his boy’s cage. Then he locked eyes with his son. 

“I knew you’d take well to being caged, boy.” 

Joe pushed his fingers into his boy’s sloppy hole.

“I knew you’d find your ass to be more pleasure than your dick ever was.” 

Dennis just stared up at his dad, hole stretched and moaning. He was straining even hard now that his dad was talking to him like this. What he first thought was an accident really wasn't.

“See, if someone unlocks you now, you’ll never see how far you could have gone. How much pleasure you could really feel.” 

Dennis was starting to feel something build-up. Something familiar…

“If I earn that key, I won’t let you out.” 

Dennis felt his abs flutter. He bucked his hips as his dad drove his fingers into his prostate. 

“And you’ll thank me everyday for keeping you that way, cause you love it. You didn’t know how much you’d love, but you do now.” 

Fuck his Dad was right. This was the craziest and most intense feeling he’d ever had, and he didn’t want it to stop. He was so horny at this moment he might bust. He might. 

‘Aarrrgh- whaa! Ohhh” 

Dennis’ caged little dick twitched and then shot a load all over his chest. He couldn’t believe it. He came caged. 

Joe smiled. He grabbed the key dangling over Joe’s head. He put it on as a necklace.

“And now that you’ve cum in your cage, there’s no reason to unlock you. You’ll always be my boy now. I’ve earned your key.” 

Dennis could only feel the twitching of his locked up dick and nod. He was so happy, so horny and now, so owned.

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T Levels Part 3

Finn accidentally lets Coach in on his method for improving his levels.

Finn was distracted. Between the intense sexual experiences he had with Doctor Jones and the increased training Coach Henry was putting him through, the boy was wiped. Still every night he would edge himself, trying to prolong his nut, until inevitably he would remember the feeling of the doctor’s hand on his hole and bust. Then he would collect as much as he could and finger himself with it. It felt so dirty, so deranged, but so hot. He thought of the Doctor calling him a good boy at the end and got hard again.  It didn’t matter that he’d never considered himself interested in this kind of thing before. He was clearly driven wild by it, and he was going to keep doing it. 

He would find his mind drifting back to these thoughts at odd hours. This time it was in the showers after most of the team had left. There was a dance or something that night so most of the guys peeled out quickly, but Finn wasn’t going and didn’t care. He allowed himself to feel his ass in as he rubbed in the body wash. He could hear the echo of his shower on the tile walls. He was alone, but he still imagined he was on display, showing all the guys on the team where they could put their loads. He worked his finger around his hole, before slowly working this tip of middle finger in. 

“Ehh-Hmm!” Finn heard the Coach’s voice echo in the shower. Shit! 

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Uhhh- nothing coach just cleaning up.” said Finn over his shoulder to the coach. He was hard, really hard. 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” 

“Uhh.” 

“Or it’ll be laps.”

Finn turned, his dick bobbing, pointed right at his Coach. He hung his head but knew he still had to look his coach in the face. He could feel the red hot blush on his face, as his dick betrayed him. 

“Jesus Finn.”

“Sorry!”

“No wonder your T-levels are busted, you can’t keep yourself from jerking even in the locker room.” 

“No-no! I’m just edging.” Finn heard himself say, he couldn’t believe he was talking about it to his Coach, but the situation was unraveling so fast. 

“Edging?”

“Yeah Doctor Jones showed me, in that follow up.” “Jones?” said Coach with a rye familiarity. “What else did he show you?” 

Finn felt his dick jump, and his heart race. “Uhh nothing, Coach” “Oh come on, I know all about Jones-ies methods. Show me what he taught you.” 

Fuck. He was really going to have to show his coach what he’d been doing. 

“Uhh, we’d been talking about not ummmm cumming.” 

‘And then?” asked Coach, adjusting himself in his short shorts. 

“If I do cum, I should… uhhhh put the load back.”

“Show me where, boy.”

Finn turned around to finger himself again, only this time he felt the red hot eyes of his coach on his backside. He couldn’t believe himself, but there was no denying the electric feeling this gave him. He worked his finger into his hole and then gasped as he felt Coach put his own finger in. 

“Oh fuck”

“Yeah you’re going to need all the help you can get with your levels. I’ll be giving you my loads until you improve.”

Finn could barely process what he’d heard before he felt Coach push hard on his prostate. Finn had found it before, but never with such force. His dick began to leak pre-cum. 

“That’s right boy, let your coach milk you.” 

The whole situation was insane, Finn had to bring himself over the edge. He started jerking and felt coach hold out his palm to collect. Between being double fingered and just found out in the shower, he was already close, it didn’t take long until he busted ropes into Coach’s hand. 

“Good boy” barked Coach in his gruff but approving tone. FInn just took some deep breaths. He had almost collected himself when he felt a slicked up turgid member on his back. Coach was rubbing his dick around his hole, using his load as lube. Finn couldn’t help but moan, why he found it so hot he couldn't say, but he just wanted to feel this feeling everytime he jerked off. 

Coach grabbed Finns shoulder, bending him over and then arching his back. Finn was ass out and panting. Coach slid himself in and Finn let out a low moan. 

“That’s it boy. Let me show you how it really feels to play with your hole.” 

Coach started slow, working in and out of the jock with his head and then his shaft. Soon he was burying his dick all the way to the pubes, all while Finn shook and moaned in pleasure. Then he started really plowing him. Sharp but deep thrusts from the coach into his jock forced out rhythmic moans, the smacks of skin echoing in the empty shower room. 

The bliss continued for a few minutes. Then Finn felt Coach’s dick swelling inside him, he kew what was coming next. Coach picked up his speed and gripped Finn’s hips pulling him in harder than before. 

Coach let out a deep and guttural moan as he shot a load deep in his jock’s hole. 

“I think we better schedule another followup with Doctor Jones, get his input here.” 

“Yes coach.” said Finn, mind already racing at what thrill that would bring.

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T-Levels Chapter 2

Finn goes back to Doctor Jones, after the test results come in.

The week following Finn’s unusual if stimulating trip to the doctor was full of temptation. In the shower, while jerking off, or just a bump in the road, he was constantly thinking about stimulating his prostate. His high fiber, high protein diet helped the inexperienced guy avoid mess, and he was never going super deep anyway. 

Every time he would slip a finger in his dick would seem to get harder than it ever had. It was like there was a whole upper level to how horned up he could feel. However it only made the comedown feel sharper. The fact that he was fingering himself only made the shame of jerking off worse. He knew he wasn’t going to go blind or incur the wrath of god, but he still had some lingering adolescence baggage. 

This shame and guilt was what he nearly jumped out of his skin when Coach approached him a week after his T-level test. 

“What did you do with Dr. Jones?” Said the coach gruffly. Finn was coming out of the showers, where he had been surreptitiously teasing the outside of his hole. He grabbed tight on the towel wrapped around his waist. 

“What? Nothing!” stammered Finn. 

“Then tell me why you’re my only first string who needs a follow up visit?”

Finn’s brain clicked back into reality. You wouldn’t know it to look at him, with his big muscles, but Coach was a stickler for clean bulking. No dope, no weird new science, just fuel and work.

“I’m not doping, Coach. I swear.”

“You better not be, especially if this is all you have to show for it,” said Coach, squeezing Finn’s peck. Finn wasn’t small by any means, but of the first string, he wasn’t the biggest. He never felt insecure about it though. Athletes can’t all be towers of muscle. Finn felt his nipple go a little stiff - he hoped Coach wouldn’t notice. 

“I want you to clear this up today, Finn. So get your ass over to the Doctor’s.” With that, Coach smacked Finn’s toweled ass. As his dick began to chub, Finn quickly got dressed and ran over to the clinic. 

Finn waited in the room long enough for his mind to wander. His dick growing hard with the memory of the last time. He tried to hide it, but as he was adjusting, Doctor Jones walked in. 

“Hey Finn, thanks for coming to see me again.”

“No problem doc. Coach was clear that I should follow up with you right away.”

“Ahh, Henry can be inflexible at times.” The doctor said, slipping into a familiar tone. Finn had not heard anyone call Coach anything but… Coach. The name Henry felt strange. 

“Why did you need to see me again? I promise I’m not… doping,” said Finn losing his confidence as he spoke. There was no way that didn’t sound suspicious. 

“No, I know you’re not.” A wave of relief washed over Finn. “I have your test results and your Testosterone levels are under what we expect. Nothing threatening. But Coach wants all his athletes to reach their full potential. Part of that is we want to do is keep your T levels up.”

Oh no another diet thought Finn. He’s had hard enough time keeping up with calorie minimums for Coach’s first string. 

“So what’s the new plan?” Asked Finn hesitantly. 

“As you might expect there’s some diet changes, but what I want to understand more is your masturbation habit.”

“Shit! He knows I’ve been touching my ass.” thought Finn. A bead of sweat started making its way down his head. 

“Ahhh what do you mean?”

“How often are you masturbating?”

“The normal amount I guess.” Finn was looking at the floor, anything to feel like he wasn’t on trail here. 

“Is that one a week, once a day? Twice a day?”

“Uhh once a day,” lied Finn. he’d been going at it almost three times a day this week, but normally would get two good ones in. 

“That’s perfectly healthy. And what do you do with your ejaculate, er- semen?”

“Get rid of it? Ha ha I don’t know.” Finn was feeling the strange excitement of talking about masturbating made him hard. 

“Let’s start there. So your T-levels can be affected by how often you are masturbating. When you ejaculate, your hormones release and get spent so to speak. Now, I’ve been a young man, I know telling you to masturbate less isn’t really going to work.”

Finn blushed. Of course this guy knew he was low balling it. He was able to look up at the doctor, feeling like they were on the same level again. 

“But I want you to try and save as much of your semen as you can.”

“Save?”

“Yes. So when you masturbate, you don’t always need to cum, you can get up to the edge of your orgasm, and then back off so to speak. It’s called edging. When you do cum, you can reintroduce it. 

“What does that mean?”

“Well, have you been doing any prostate stimulation that I showed you last week?”

Finn was sure his face gave him away. He’d really really had. He took a breath and answered.

“… yes.”

“Good! That’s very healthy. It’s a good way to get the pleasure of masturbating without coming as well. But what I want you to try next time you come, is to push your semen into your anus, like you’re stimulating your prostate. 

Finn just looked at the doctor incredulously. He couldn’t be serious.

“I know it sounds a little weird, but your anus is full of little veins that absorb nutrients and liquid. Most hydrating actually comes from your anus. Reintroducing these hormones and nutrients to his potent spot is a way to keep your T levels up. Not to mention the semen acts as a great lube.”

Doctor Jones smiled at Finn. Finn’s head was spinning. He had really enjoyed the stimulation last time, but this seems like it was going too far. Was he going to finger his load into his ass every time he jerked it? All to keep his T-levels up? Maybe the doctor saw his hesitation. 

“I think we should practice.”

Finn gulped. Like he was a cartoon character. He wanted that so bad, his dick was already hard. But he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He felt like he was going 90 down a winding road and couldn’t turn the wheel fast enough. 

He nodded. 

The doctor rolled up his sleeves and stepped over to Finn’s chair. He lowered it to become a bed. As he did, Finn’s thin shorts revealed his rock hard cock. 

“oh good you’re already hard.” Said the doctor. Swiftly removing his shorts and jock in one pull down. Standing by Finn’s legs, the doctor pulled out two stirrups from the chair. He looked at Finn expectantly. 

“Assume the position,” he said with a wink. As Finn moved his legs up he felt his ass was more exposed than before. 

“Okay start how you normally start.” Said the doctor. 

Finn slowly started jerking his dick. It was hard and started to leak a bit of pre already. The doctor reached over, collected it on his finger and then started massaging Finn’s hole. Finn started to arch his back with the sensation, far more noticeable now that he was in this position. 

The doctor squirted some lube onto his hand and started really stimulating Finn. His head pushed back into the medical table. It was better than last time. 

“You have been practicing. See the more you stimulate the prostate the more your body will tune into that pleasure.” 

Finn started to grip his dick hard and pump faster. Doctor Jones caught this right away. 

“Don’t come yet.” Finn slowed. He looked at the doctor a little confused. 

“But should I put my load inside?”

“Yes, but remember you should also try not to come as much. See if you can get up to the edge of orgasm without cumming.”

Finn could probably have edged himself, if this handsome doctor wasn’t driving his finger into his prostate. 

Finn slowed but then felt a build coming up from his ass. He gripped hard. 

Dr. Jones again said “wait.” But Finn didn’t want to wait. 

“I…c-can’t!”

“Finn.” Said the doctor pulling his finger out. Finn wanted to cum with something inside him, he knew it always felt better. So Finn reached down and stuck his own finger in. 

“Fuck!” He shot two solid ropes of cum onto his stomach. 

“I’m sorry doc.” He heaved, after a moment. 

That’s okay” said the doctor, “I’m sure it’s very stimulating for you right now.” As the doctor said, he moved his hand to collect some of Finn’s load.

“It’s just something I want you to work toward.” Said the doctor, pushing Finn’s cum into his ass. Finn felt another rush. Maybe it was just he mind fuck of having his own cum back inside him, but it was electric. Finn scooped up the rest of the cum. The doctor pulled out as Finn stuck a finger inside. 

Then Finn felt something else. The doctor put his finger in his ass too. Finn felt his ass stretch to accommodate it. It stung for a second, but that released into another deeper pleasure. 

“Fuck doc.”

“Can’t waist it Finn. You gotta get it all in afterward.”

“Yes doc.”

“Good boy.” Cooed the doctor. The two of them slowly pushing his load into his ass, massaging his spent prostate.

                             shows me his bubble in private

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T Levels Chapter 1

Finn gets a sports physical, but the doctor has a very invasive way to getting a sperm sample.

Sports physicals always made Finn a little nervous. He was a good player, not a star, but he started most games. He was confident, but there was something about being in the doctor's office that made his heart race a little. Finn was proud to be doing his first year a D1 school, but it meant he would also have to be drug tested. The coach had warned them off any doping and Finn had complied, he was more about natural methods to maintain his athleticism anyway.

Dr. Jones walked in and smiled at Finn. 

"Are you one of Coach Henry's boys?"

"Yes sir," said Finn, hearing his voice jump with nerves.

"Good man. Well this will probably be like most physicals you had. We'll start with your vitals."

Dr. Jones took Finn's pulse and blood pressure. He smirked a little.

"You got white coat syndrome."

"Wh-what?"

"Relax. It means you get a little excited- er- nervous around doctors."

"Oh, ha ha, yeah I guess so."

The two moved through the height and weight, the doctor felt Finn's joints and did a reflex test. All normal.

"Okay then. Time you drop your shorts and we'll check for a hernia."

Finn gulped and then stood up and pulled his shorts down. He looked up at the ceiling trying to picture a cold shower or empty field, anything that would deflate his growing dick. He didn't know why but he always got hard at the doctors.

As the doctor reached down and felt behind Finn's balls, he felt his dick jump. An "op" slipped out of the doctor. 

"I'm sorry man."

"No it's quite alright - perfectly natural."

"Still... I'm sorry."

"I can get mine out if that makes it less awkward."

"Huh?!"

"Ha ha only kidding." Said the doctor, seemingly winking up at Finn. 

"You know how to check for a hernia." Said the doctor, rolling Finn's balls between his fingers.

"Uh-huh." Moaned Finn. He was trying not to think about how good it felt. It had been a long time since anyone touched him, and longer since he'd done anything but a quick jerk session.

"One at a time, just gently massage your testicles and check for any lumps or bumps." The doctor was really taking his time with Finn. "Then you can gently check the shaft and glands for anything out of the ordinary as well." As he said this, his firm grip traveled up Finn's now fully erect member and tested his head. A bead of precum leaked out and only the floor.

Finn was practically biting his lip to keep from moaning. Thankfully the doctor stood up and went back to his desk for a moment. Finn tried to cover up with his hand, but his dick would not go down.

"Looks like you're all set, except for the drug test. I'll just need a semen sample."

Finn's ears were burning up; his face flushed. Surely he misheard. 

"A what?"

"A semen sample. Most athletes these days know to stay away from steroids, but many take extra testosterone to get an edge. They think it won't show up on the panel but it does. The most reliable source for T-levels is in sperm so I'll need a sample."

As the doctor said this he picked up a small collection cup. Finn awkwardly switched hands he was hiding his still rock hard duck with, and took the cup. 

Finn looked around awkwardly waiting for the doctor to leave, but he was just looking at him.

"Can I get some privacy?"

"I'm afraid not. For the integrity of the test, I have to watch you give the sample."

Finn gulped. Fuck! This is so weird, but my heart is pounding right now.

"Shouldn't be too difficult in your condition." Said the doctor with a wry smile.

Finn just looked at the doctor and started slowly pumping on his dick. Even though he was already naked, he felt so much more exposed now.

"Good." Cooed the doctor. 

After a minute the doctor flattened the Geri chair into a bed. He patted it and said, "hope up here. It'll be easier to collect."

Finn stepped over and laid on the bed, dick bouncing all the time. He pumped away at his dick for a few more minutes. He felt hot, he felt close, but it wasn't coming like usual.

"Doc I don't know if this is gonna happen."

"I can't let you leave without the sample. Now that you know what we're testing."

His words hung in the air, all the while Finn pulled on his dick. He let out a strained breath, sweating with the effort.

"Listen Finn, this happens more than you might think. I can help if you'd like."

"I'm sorry doctor, I don’t want you touching my dick."

"I understand. There's something else, there are lots of nerves around your pelvic area I can stimulate. It's very routine, and often helps with ejaculation."

With that, Doctor Jones pressed into Finn's taint. He bucked, stifled a moan, but the doctor did not let up. Finn started jerking his cock with more energy now.

"How's that feel?"

"Weird!"

"Is it helping?"

"Yup!" Gasped Finn, trying hard to conceal the pressure he was feeling. It was strange a feeling, like somehow the sensation he normally felt from his dick was coming from his taint as well. But it was making him so horny.

After a minute or two, the doctor removed his hand. Finn felt a small rewind but also an emptiness. He spoke without thinking.

"Wait... um. Could you..." he trailed off. He couldn't quite bring himself to say it.

"I'm not done yet." Said the doctor squirting some lube onto his gloved hand. 

"There's another technique I want to try. Just tell me if it's too much." The doctor said, looking directly at Finn. 

Finn felt a slightly cool, wet finger on his asshole. This was going somewhere he didn't expect. He was about to protest when the doctor started to ring his hole. 

Finn let out a moan he'd been trying to hold in. This felt crazy. Crazy good. It's like all the hairs on his were standing on end. He's never been touched like this. His right hand gripped his dick and pumped away while left trembled with the collection dish just under the head.

"Now breathe out deeply for me."

Finn let out a choppy deep breath. Then he sucked in sharply as the doctor slid his finger in.

Fuck! It was like there was a whole nother part of his pleasure he'd never experienced. He let out another deep moan as the doctor slid his finger in, all the way to the knuckle.

"Good. You're responding well."

"Uhh-huuuh." Moaned Finn. 

The doctor rotated his finger and started to poke upwards inside Finn.

"You feel this?"

Finn gasped. He sure as shit did feel that.

"That's your prostate, very sensitive to stimulation."

"Fuck doc!"

Finn felt waves of pleasure. It was like his prostate was an amp, turning up the sensation he'd been feeling. He was torn, he was still embarrassed by the whole situation, and he knew the only way to end it was by cumming. But he felt so good he didn't want it to end. 

"You okay?"

"You're gonna make me... cum!"

Finn was at a breaking point. The doctor wasn’t stopping his fingering, and Finn was gripping his dick with all his might. It was all too much. He felt it build up in his balls and then rise to the tip of his head and shoot.

The first rope landed on his face, catching Finn off guard. The next three the doc caught in the dish. He moaned loudly each time, grunting as they spurted out. He didn't know if anyone else could hear him but it's not like he was really in control of this. It all felt so automatic, reflexive.

He heaved breathes as he finally dropped his dick. He felt the doctor slide out and then tease the ring of his hole for a minute. Finn felt high: the orgasm was so good.

"I think this sample will do." Said the doctor, still playing with Finn's ass.

"How did you like the prostate stimulation?"

"I love it!" Said Finn a little loud and urgent. He corrected "it was good. Weird."

"Yes." Said the doctor still pressing a finger onto Finn's hole.

"I'd recommend it - helps when you have difficulty cumming."

The doctor finally removed his hand from Finn's heaving body. He picked up the sample and gently wiped the cum off Finn's face.

"I'll have your results back in a week, and schedule a follow up if needed. I'll tell Coach you're clear to perform." He said patting Finn's shaking leg. 

Finn breathed a deep sigh as the doctor left the room. What the fuck was that?!

                         wasn’t sure how to proceed in public

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Dick or Pussy

An enlisted brute doesn’t realize the choice he’s making when the transformation comes. 

Staff Sergeant Saint stood over infantry brute Vince Ferelli, tied down to the desk. They were naked and Saint’s erection throbbed in front of Ferelli’s grimacing face. 

“Dick or Pussy” asked Saint. 

This wasn’t a little game for Ferelli. He had a girl back home, and wasn’t someone who went for the whole “man love” thing on base. But, when a good buddy is down bad and offers, a mouth is just like any mouth. Ferelli hadn’t even cum before Saint walked in and started yelling. 

What started as a dressing down from an officer became… well literal dressing down. Ferelli could see that Saint was really enjoying this. “Guess he’s jealous he wasn’t invited,” thought Ferelli. 

“Dick or Pussy” asked Saint again. 

Saint had been trying to get Ferelli to admit he was one of those queer marines, a guy who joins for the access to hard bodies and hard cocks. That wasn’t Ferelli. 

“Pussy, sir.” said Ferelli. 

Saint scoffed and walked around the desk, dick bobbing as he stepped. Ferelli was tied down belly to desk, so his head hung off one end, and his ass was up on the other. Saint had lashed Ferelli’s legs to opposite sides, so his ass hole was practically winking at Saint. 

St. Saint kneeled down and put his face right in Ferelli’s musky crack. His breath sent a little shiver up Ferelli’s immobilized spine. Ferelli’s dick jumped as he felt his commanding officer put his tongue in his ass. Ferelli’s girl had poked around in his butt, he loved when his girls were wild. Now, though, he wished he wasn’t so turned into the pleasure of his ass. 

Saint smiled as he grabbed Ferelli’s growing dick. 

“What’s this Marine? You lying to me?”

“No sir. I like pussy, sir.”

“I’ll bet.” Saint went in and dug his tongue into Ferelli’s hole. 

“Ahh-Mmm!” Ferelli stifled a moan. It’s not that he liked another man invading his hole like this. He was only human, and pleasure is pleasure no matter where it comes from. 

After a few minutes, Saint stopped. He walked over to a file cabinet behind the desk. Ferelli could see his dick was starting to ooze precum. Saint pulled something out, concealed in front of his body. He walked back to Ferelli’s slicked up ass. 

Ferelli’s eye went wide as he felt something cold, slick, and metal pressing up against his hole. 

“I think you’re lying to me brute.” As he spoke, Saint pushed the metal plug in. Ferelli pulled on his restraints. He’d been wild with his girls before, but never had something like this inside him. 

“I’m n-ahhhh” moaned Ferelli, overcome with the new full feeling in his ass to protest. 

Saint smacked Ferelli’s bubble butt. He smiled as it wobbled. He was really going to enjoy this next part. 

Saint moved up in front of Ferelli, dick pointed straight out at Ferelli. 

“I’m going to give you a choice. Look at your superior when he addresses you!”

Ferelli, who’d been staring at the floor, and the small puddle of pre, now looked up at Saint.

“Dick or Pussy?” 

Ferelli sighed, he knew the answer that Saint wanted, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. 

“Pussy, sir.”

Saint grinned wickedly. He pressed a button on the control box behind his back. If Ferelli wasn’t tied down, he would’ve shot six feet into the air. His body writhed, as the plug in his ass sent shocks up and down dick. Ferelli wasn’t someone who was scared of the way his body could feel, but this was too much. As the shocks started to travel out to his limbs, his dick started to deflate. All while Saint’s dick inched closer and closer to Ferelli’s mouth. 

“Please, sir!”

“Dick or Pussy?”

“Pussy!” And another jolt rocked his body. 

“Pussy what?”

“Pussy, SIR! Pussy pussy pussy pussy SIR!”

Ferelli suddenly stopped. He felt something change. His dick had been deflating as the shocks kept coming, but it was almost as if his dick wouldn’t stop at the mushroom head. In fact he felt his dick, somehow, seem to travel backwards, up into his body. His balls too, popped into his taint. It felt like the shocks weren’t just teasing his prostate, but were somehow pulling his dick and balls inside his body. 

When it couldn’t get any stranger, he felt his taint hollow out. He felt like someone had carved out a piece of his body, and he could feel the insides pulling away from one another. And not just that, he felt empty. Hungry. His new hole was nagging at him, he had to fill it somehow. Ferelli was panting, sweat dripping down his face, joining Saint’s precum. 

“So pussy it is.” Said saint. As he did, he reached over Ferelli’s restrained body and smacked the crack of his ass. 

Ferelli didn’t just feel Saint his bubble but, or the plug inside his ass. He felt Saint touch the soft skin that used to be his ballsack, around his new pussy. The smack was more intense than anything else he’d felt that day, or in his whole life for that matter. What was worse, he felt a slick wetness, leak out of his new hole. It hit him, Ferelli had a pussy now. 

His eyes were wild. How could this happen? He needed to go back. He didn’t care about anything else. 

“Sir, please, change me back. I want dick. I love dick!” 

Ferelli was desperate, and Saint just smiled down at him. Ferelli realized he should have given him what he wanted all along. He opened wide and with what little movement he had swallowed Saint’s dick. 

“Change your tune huh?

“Mmmhmmm.”

“You sure you want Dick.”

“Mmmhmm!” Moaned Ferelli as he tried to speak around Saint’s dick. “Yeth sur, I wont dck”

Saint leaned forward again, now pressing his dick deep inside Ferelli’s throat. He reached down to Ferelli’s new dripping pussy. 

“That’s good, cause I want pussy.”

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Coach’s Hot Tub

Logan puts in extra practice with Coach Carl until he realizes he's not just building muscle... there's something else changing.  (coach, transformation, caught, shrinking dick, boy pussy, feminization)

It's not that Logan was skeeved out by getting naked in front of his Coach. He'd showered in the locker room for years. It was that Coach Carl never got in with him, or even touched the water. 

"I don't want all that dirt in my filters, and someone has to make sure you don't pass out," said Carl gruffly. He was a tall, hairy, barrel-chested man. If there was ever a case for neanderthal DNA in humans it was Carl. 

Logan has a lean frame with burgeoning definition. He'd been working hard all summer, not just for cross country, but for wrestling in the spring.

Coach made Logan sit in the hot tub to relax his muscles after their long afternoon-into-evening training sessions. Since they were at Coach's place, he must have been concerned about liability. He was not supposed to get anything below his neck wet and Coach would often drain the tub so it would only come half way up his torso when he sat. Logan suspected there was also some perversion, but Coach never seemed to leer at him. It was hard to tell, but the tub always felt good. It was on the little patio with a sliding door to the living room. It was private enough, the backyard was surrounded by trees since Coach lived near the forest trails they ran on.

After a week of training and looking at Coach’s hairy frame, Logan could swear he himself got less hairy. It was like being in the presence of a real hairy man made his own hair abandon ship. 

"It can happen sometimes with the chemicals - bleaches the hair and makes it finer or fall out. Less weight come springtime ha ha," laughed Coach dryly. Logan must have been looking at his dwindling happy trail as he stood up from the tub. Coach patted him on his still dripping ass before handing him a towel.

–

The next time, Logan was soaking in the tub, Coach turned on the jets. 

"Relaxes the deep tissue. Plus, it helps spread the chemicals out."

Logan was not a chemist, but he didn't really care either way. It was weird that Coach waited until Logan was in the tub to turn it on. Maybe Coach was a pervert after all. 

That night after Logan went home he tried to masturbate, but he couldn't get hard. He must be tired.  He'd been training most days the past two weeks. He body must want to save his energy

The next few days were the same story. Impotence. The only time he felt turned on was when he was sitting in the hot tub with the jets on. He would have been embarrassed about getting hard so close to Coach, if he wasn't so relieved by it. After a few nights of being pent up but unable to relieve himself he tried to slyly jack himself off. The jets and the lights made the water pretty opaque but he'd never done something like that before.

As he gripped his dick he was surprised. While he felt himself at full erection, his dick didn't even fill his fist. These chemicals must be messing with him. He'd never jacked off in water, maybe it just felt weird.

"Don't make a mess of my filters, boy," said Coach over his shoulder as he stepped away from the hot tub. 

"Yes coach!" lied Logan. He was feeling days of horny energy crash down on him like a wave. He had to beat off now or it felt like he might never again. He felt the clenches leading up to it come quickly, more quickly than normal.

He didn't want to cum in the tub. He looked around desperately and grabbed his jock just in time. He stood up out of the water and came ropes into his jock. 

No longer obscured by the water, he got a look at his hard dick. It was bouncing and dripping but couldn't have been more than three inches shaft to head. Not only that, but nearly all of his pubes and ball hair had bleached or fallen out. He was shocked by his unfamiliar body, though without the hair, he could see the muscle definition much better.

"Jesus Logan."

"Sorry Coach!" Said Logan, plunging back into the water. He threw the jockstrap far from the tub and hoped Coach hadn't seen him. His earlier ease with his own nudity now replaced with embarrassment.

"You didn't cum in the tub did you boy?"

Logan hadn't been called boy by Coach before, but then again he'd never been caught jerking off.

"No sir." Said Logan. Using formality that seemed right for the moment.

A tense moment passed. Logan didn't break eye contact with the coach who seemed to be challenging him to explain himself. Finally Logan looked down as the jets auto cycled off. He still felt horny and erect but in the rippling water his dick looked even smaller.

"I think it's time to dry off, boy." Coach held up a towel for Logan. He was holding it up just out of reach. Logan would have to stand up out of the water to grab it, and he didn't feel any less erect.

"Coach I-

"What?"

"I can't reach it"

"I'm not gonna do this all night."

Logan looked down sheepishly.

"I'm still hard"

"Well it's not like you'll poke my eye out."

Fuck. Not only had Coach seen, but he'd really seen. And despite all of this Logan still felt as erect as before. He'd just have to stand up, if Coach had seen it once it's not like twice would be worse.

He stood up and reached toward Coach. Normally he'd feel his dick bob up and down with movement like this, but it just stuck out: a meager but persistent nub. He felt Coach look him up and down as he grabbed the towel, as if Coach had heat vision, blistering his hairless skin.

Logan abandoned the cum jock and just slid on his short jogging shorts. He felt his nub rub against the smooth fabric and shivered. At least it didn't stick out that much.

That night Logan tried, unsuccessfully, to jerk off. He felt hard but got nowhere by rubbing his nub. He even tried pressing his dicklet inside but that only made the hornyness worse and didn't bring relief. Eventually he soothed himself by rubbing his nearly hairless legs together. The skin felt so smooth and his toned muscled so firm under it. Despite the weirdness of his dick, he loved the way he was looking and feeling. The horny energy he was pent up with made him train extra hard.

The next practice Logan felt himself almost dripping into his shorts leading up to the hot tub. He practically cannon-balled into it. He looked eagerly at Coach to start the jets, but Coach paused.

"You can start them now, Coach. I'm ready."

"Look, Logan. You gotta promise you're not gonna jerk it again. The tub is not a plaything."

"Please Coach, I promise."

Coach looked down and turned them on. Logan felt the pleasure rush all over him as the only stimulation that worked returned.

Logan tries to slyly rub his body under the jets. He even pushed his dick in again, but Coach caught him. 

"What did I say boy?" said Coach, forcefully pining Logan's arms on the walls of the tub. Coach was standing behind him, holding his arms to the wall of the tub, his face inches from Logan’s.

"Coach, I can't help myself. I've been changing and the only time I can get off is in this hot tub."

"That's cause you're not done yet. But maybe we can speed up the process for you."

Logan was confused, what wasn't done yet? But before he had time to consider Coach's words, Coach Carl turned up the jets all the way. Logan gasped as the pleasure and tingling intensified all over his body. 

"Fuck!" Yelled Logan. He was hornier than ever, like he'd been edging for days. He knew he would bust if he just touched his dick, but Coach kept his arms outside the water. 

Logan felt something change, the heat of the sexual drive intensified, but he felt his dick shrink even more.

"Please Coach, I won't have any dick left soon!"

"That's the idea," growled Coach with a devilish look in his eyes.

The strangest sensation Logan ever felt crept up on him. As he dick shrunk and his balls pulled up, it was like there was a "pop." Then he felt the jets suddenly enter his body. Where his dick has been now there was an opening, and it was filling with water, expanding inside him.

All Logan could do was moan. Deeply, gutturally, the sounds humans used before language creep out of him. It was interrupted by Coach sticking his tongue into Logan's mouth. The two kissed as Logan writhed under Coach. After what seemed like an eternity Coach turned off the jets and pulled Logan up out of the water.

Logan was dizzy but managed. He looked down and saw the work of his summer. Glistening, hairless torso and legs, trim but muscled. Where he'd had a respectable dick and balls, now a slight mound lay, also hairless. He looked at Coach confused.

"You gotta be careful about spending too much time in the hot tub. These chemicals can mess you up, boy, or, should I say, girl."

And with that, Coach grouped Logan's pussy, cupped the new lips, and slipped a finger in. Logan was shaking, but thrilled. He'd never had something inside him before, but he was hoping Coach would help him train those muscles too.

[gingerbreedreads]

Jock help

Denis goes to his dad about a problem, but his dad has an unusual and lingering solution. 

Denis had a problem. For some reason, he didn’t know why, he was constantly getting hard in the locker room. At first everyone just laughed it off. But, it continued, passing from funny into embarrassing.

“Dad, what can I do?” asked Denis, after confessing his woes. 

“Aside from starting a jerk session in the shower?” said Denis’ dad, Joe. He was a larger man, who’d retained some build from his days in the varsity showers. 

”I’m serious! I hate people looking at me funny.”

“I’ve got something for you,” said Joe, smiling. He left and returned with a clear plastic thing. It had two pieces, a tube and a ring with an interlocking center piece. 

“It’s a cock cage. You can put it on before you go to school, and it’ll stop you from getting hard. It’s clear plastic so no one will really notice unless they’re looking. Or if you wear tight underwear.” Denis’ dad smiled as he handed his boy a cage. Denis was a bit weary of this new device, but he saw the potential. He held the pieces in his hands.

“How do I put it on?”

Joe, without asking, pulled down Denis’s pants. He wrapped his hand round Denis’ balls and worked the ring on, pulled his dick through, and put the shaft piece over his dick. It clicked into place.

“There. It’s self locking so you’ll need a key to open it up… which I’ve got somewhere.”

Denis felt an icy chill run down his spine. 

“Somewhere?” 

“I’ll find it. Head off to school and I’m sure it’ll turn up.”

Denis shifted in his seat all day. Still getting used to his new equipment. He held back before showers, waiting for most everyone to be already showering before he darted in, rinsed, and left. Ineased of eliminating his issue, he felt this cage was worsening things. At least he could run without his erection getting in the way. 

That night he came home to find his dad had done laundry, or at least tried to.  

“Ah something messed up with the dryer I think. It shrunk your underwear pretty bad.”

Denis saw his boxer briefs which once hung loose from the band seemed impossibly small now.  He tried one on. While they stretched to fit around his waist, it was the fly pressed up against his front opening around the cage. 

“Dad, my cage is clearly visible in these.”

“I’m sorry bud. Once I finish with our shorts, you’ll...” his dad trailed off, staring at his boy’s protruding cock cage. 

“Any luck finding the key?”

“Ah shit. I didn’t look. I’m sorry. I’m sure I’ll find it tomorrow.”

Denis went to his room. He looked at himself in the mirror, naked except for his socks and cage. He looked good, but wished he could spend some of this energy by jerking. Later that night as Denis was back hanging out in his tight boxers, he heard his dad shouting in frustration. The dryer had completely fried. There was no way their shorts would be dry that night.

The two of them ate dinner in their underwear. His did it more in solidarity than need, as Dad had put his last shirts and shorts in the laundry. Maybe it was because Denis felt his dick was inaccessible to him, or something else, but he kept glancing at his dad’s package. It was larger than he’d ever noticed in his shrunken briefs. His eyes met his dad’s a few times but he never said anything.

That night Denis had a hard time sleeping. He went to his dad’s room.

“This cage is driving me crazy. I can’t sleep!”

“I know you’re feeling a little uncomfortable and maybe pent up.”

Denis nodded. His dad had always been sex positive and affirming about finding release. Joe patted the bed. Denis sat.

“Can we look for the key now?” said Dennis meekly while adjusting his straining cage in his boxers.

Dad looked at him with a mix of pity and something Denis didn’t recognise - excitement?

“I don’t know if the key is here. The last time I used this was up at camp.”

Dennis’ eyes went wide. The camp was a small rustic cabin in the woods hours away from home. It was a bachelor pad, which, in the past few years, had been used more as storage. There was no telling where anything was in that mess. Dennis felt like he had fallen through a trap door, and yet, he was getting harder and harder. He ineffectively tried to find a better position for it while he thought through wearing this cage long term. 

 “I better show you how to find some release.” Said dad interrupting Dennis’ spiral. And with that he wrapped a big arm around his boy and pulled flat onto the bed.

Dennis felt his dad’s large arms wrap around him. He felt impossibly small in this embrace, but he felt good. It was nice to have some pleasant contact, even if it was from dad. The plastic cage on his dick was unyielding, a constant reminder that his dad had stopped him from getting an erection. He wished he’d never asked for help.

Joe moved his arms down from around his son’s back to his ass. They were both still in their underwear. Dad slid his fingers around Denis’ waistband like had earlier when he put his son in chastity. He slid the boxers down and his boy’s cage flopped and then strained up away from his body. 

“I know your dick is locked up, which used to be how you got your rocks off.” said Dad. As he did, he gingerly tapped the cage he’d put on his boy. Dennis felt the mix of sensation, pleasure, pain, and excitement. His Dad loomed over him in the bed. WIth his dick in a cage, he felt even more at his disposal.  

“There’s another way guys can find release.” said Dad flipping Dennis over onto his front. Dennis’ ass jiggled in the motion. Dad rubbed Daniel’s ass. Dennis sighed as the massage started. He’d never been good at stretching so he often has tight spots. But dad wasn’t lingering on any knots here. His fingers were circling around one spot, closer and closer. Dennis gasped as dad grazed his hole. 

“See the cage makes you sensitive. Redirects your focus.”

All Dennis could do was nod. He was stifling a moan as his Dad teased the outside of his hole. He’d messed around in the shower before, but it felt ten times better when someone else was doing it, especially this man with his experienced hands.

“On your knees boy” said dad.

Dennis hopped up on his knees. Dad had never called him boy before, but it made this whole experiment feel more erotic. He got on all fours and looked back at his dad through his legs. He saw, past his swollen locked dick, his dad grin, reach out, and put a firm hand on the small of his back. 

“No no, like this.” Said dad, gently pushing Dennis’ chest to the bed. Dennis felt his ass was so much more exposed than before, but it sent tingles down through his toes.

“Is this normal, Dad?”

Dad kissed one of Dennis’ cheeks, while smacking the other.

“No boy, but neither is having your dick in a chastity cage.”

“Dad… did you know the keys were at camp when you locked me up this morning?” 

Dennis’ dad paused, causing Dennis to real before he finally said, “Let me make it up to you.”

With that, Dad licked Dennis’ hole. A current ran through his body; he’d never felt that before. He let out a moan; he couldn’t help it.

“Let it out, boy.” Said dad, spanking his ass again. 

Dennis moaned in the pillows as his dad rimmed him. He was feeling a tantalizing mix of sensations: the slick hot tongue in his hole, and his dad’s scruff rubbing against his cheeks. His dad would moan too, vibrating his hole, which only caused Denniss to moan back. The two went back and forth like this for a while. Denis was dripping a thread of pre on the sheets.

Eventually Dennis came up for air. As he picked up his torso, his cage bounced in the air. He grabbed it, frustrated. He looked over his shoulder as his Dad. 

Dad was looking at him, licking his lips, and jerking off his fat cock through his boxers. 

“You need to jerk off huh?”

Dennis only nodded, giving his dad puppy eyes.

“Here, use me.”

Dad pulled down his boxers and whipped out his thick dick. It looked even more impressive than before. He laid on the bed as his boy crawled over and jerked a dick hard enough for two. Dennis leaked even more as his dad moaned at him.

“You’re such a good boy. Jerking your Dad. Ahh fuck!”

Dad grabbed Dennis’ neck and pulled his mouth over his dick as it twitched. Dennis was enthralled. He opened his mouth and enveloped his Dad’s thick hog. It pulsed and then shot a load into his mouth. Dennis coughed for a second, but the sensation was so hot, he greedily slurped the cum back up. He cleaned his dad’s dick, then sighed as he laid his head down on his dad’s thigh. 

“Yeah, that’ll give you something to focus on for the next few days.”

•

[gingerbreedreads]

The House Always Wins

Pup Deek runs ahead of his paws during a card game. 

Deek had to admit he was a little intimidated when the two burley bears invited him up for a game. But, when he saw the green velvet topped card table he relaxed a bit. IML had been fun, but a bit over stimulating for the locked pup. An easy game of cards would be nice. 

Kirk and Wally were in their 40s, together for years, but still with the spark of lust in their eyes. Kirk in a D-ring harness, vest, and chaps. Wally was in full Tom of Finland biker kit. The two cut a steamy profile. But under their hard exteriors, they were smiley fun loving jokers. 

Kirk sat down first, and explained that he and Wally love blackjack. But, they never have a dealer; that’s where Deek came in. He’d played a few games here and there, but nothing serious. He was glad he was not playing to win. He had no poker face, He knew he’d lose his shirt in a real game.

“Where are the chips?” Deek asked, looking around the empty table. Kirk and Wally both smirked at each other. 

“We’re playing for something more tangible” growled Kirk. “The game is Strip Black Jack. Winner strips.” 

“That’s a twist,” thought Deek. Most of the strip games he played, loser striped. Sometimes his keyholder delighted in messing with his controller pre-set before strip super smash bros to ensure it. Truthfully he  got a little sad thinking about the possibility that he might remain fully clothed.

Deek dealt the first hand. A seriousness settled over Kirk and Wally. After a split and a few hits, Kirk won and removed his hat. In the next hand, Wally pulled ahead when Kirk busted with his first hit. Deek wasn’t playing very hard, hardly hitting on his hand. Wally, never one to play it safe, stripped off his pants first.

Deek had been locked up for a while. He felt the intensity of being locked much more when another man got his cock out. Even though the low hanging jock, Wally’s member was intoxicating to the chaste dealer.

“That got your attention!” Laughed Wally as he sat back down, hiding his distraction under the table.

The next hand was over very quickly. It seemed the competition got to Kirk and Wally who both busted. Deek’s initial surprise turned to titillation as the pair looked to their guest with a knowing expression. Deek had a sexy Twitter but he wasn’t a show-off by nature. So he shyly removed his baseball hat with ears and shuffled the cards. As he did he almost caught some kind of look between Kirk and Wally.

The next hand Kirk and Wally both had face cards up. Kirk went first and took a hit. He busted as he revealed his face down seven. A bit of a risk but nothing could be done. Wally hit his ten. Deek delt a three. Wally sighed and revealed his face down ten. 

“What did you do that for?” Laughed Deek.

“I really felt there was an ace coming.” Said Wally shyly. 

Deek had to laugh at the competitive spirit that was overcoming the pair. That is... until they turned and again looked at him like meat. Kirk licked his lips.

“Well... House wins again.” Said Wally

Deek gulped. As a pup, his singlet did not leave him many options for a strip game. And he’d already removed his shoes at the door. He reached down and pulled up one of his long socks. He put it on the table with a sigh.

“Socks count as a pair.” Said Kirk dryly.

Deek gulped as he removed the other sock. The energy in the room had shifted again. Where once the tension was just between the husband poker buff pair, the attention was now focused solely on Deek.

Kirk split fives and Wally had a ten card up. Deek felt good that one of those hands would beat his 17 with a seven up. Kirk hit and busted on one of his fives and then stayed on the second. Wally took one hit, a two and stayed. Deek looked down at his 17 and wished he’d paid more attention to his roommate in college who counted cards. He stayed.

Kirk and Wally flipped. Kirk had a 4 and Wally had a two, making Deek’s 17 the clear winner over the 9 and 15.

“Again?!“ said Deek incredulously.

“Don’t be a sore winner.” Said Wally. “The house always wins in blackjack.”

“And winners always strip,” said Krik.

If the two bears hadn’t given him a smile, Deek might have felt endangered. But, their devilish grins let him know he was in for some delicious entrapment. Wally stood with Deek and slid his chair away. Deek peeled off the singlet and set it in Kirk’s outstretched hand. Kirk placed it, not on the table, but tossed it onto the far side of the couch. Deek felt the out-of-reach separation deeply as he stood there in nothing but his cage. He looked for the chair but Kirk just sat back down and nodded at him to start the deal.

Now fully on display, Deek stood at the table as the hand played out in near silence. Kirk and Wally each took a hit and Deek looked down at his card. A Jack up, he knew a hit could easily knock him from winning again. Wally scoffed, a bit disgruntled, as Deek delt himself a ten, he hadn’t even checked his face down card but he sighed in relief. Kirk revealed a 19; Wally grinned at his twenty. They looked to Deek as he started to clear the cards. 

“You’re pretty exposed already, pup. But, don’t you have to show your cards?” Smiled kirk.

Deek turned it over and felt his heart sink as the ace of spades looked back up at him. 

“21!” Shouted Wally. “I’ll be damned.”

“But… but… I tried to lose!” Stammered Deek.

“House always wins,” said Kirk. “Now strip.”

“I can’t!” Said Deek moving his hands defensively over his cage.

“Now don’t try and cheat!” said Wally sternly. 

“Better search him for keys,” said Kirk.

And with that Wally grabbed Deek’s arms and brought him down onto the table. Kirk moved behind him to his exposed rear. Before he could protest he felt the slick flick of Kirk's tongue, and then a finger. Kirk wriggled around and finally found Deek prostate and pressed down hard. Deek moaned. He’d been very stimulated at the event but hadn’t been fucked in days. 

“Nothing here. Except now a bit of pre” said Krik as Deek’s cage jumped and leaked. 

“I’ll check this other hole” and he moved his jock to Deek’s open mouth. 

Between the slow burn of the game and the roughness of the search, Deek was spinning. All the pent up lust of being at the conference overrode his other thoughts. The two bears took Deek from both ends. Wally at the front was holding his arms and fucking his face. Kirk at his rear held up one of Dee’s legs and jackhammered his hole. Deek for his part was a moaning, leaking pup in heaven between them. 

“Roll over pup.” said Kirk after some time.

Deek eagerly got onto his back on the table. Kirk and Wally each grabbing the green velvet cloth spun him around so now Wally was at his hole and Kirk was at his mouth. As Wally slid into his ass, Deek realized that Wally was the thicker man in all departments. The two pounded away at the stripped pup until they each pulled out and covered the leaking pup with their loads. Deek laid there for a few minutes just panting. He haddn’t orgasmed but the fucking was a welcome relief.

As a gift, Kirk inserted a slim curved plug into Deek’s ass. Deek happily kept it as he Wally helped him clean off the cum. Then the bears helped the pup back into his singlet and hat. Deek just enjoyed the plug inside, it made him feel full and happy. As he thanked his two hosts. He checked his phone, it was getting late, he’d better end this scene soon. 

“I’ll should be heading out. Thanks for all that.” said Deek Nuzzling and panting into Kirk. Just then, he saw a new notification on his phone that read “The house always wins.” 

Deek cocked his head in confusion, but then he felt a rumbling deep in his hole. Wally grabbed Deeks legs, while Kirk warped his arms around deek’s shoulders. Together they easily tossed him out of the hotel door, all while the vibration in his hole buzzed on. After the fucking, the titilation, and the force of this encounter he was over stimulated. Deek was reduced to his knees. 

He pawed at the door, like a pup left out in the rain. He whined, hoping that the bears would take their prize back. This was all too much, he rolled over to try and retrieve the plug. He squeezed his hands down the leg of his singlet, but the tight material was only keeping the plug lodged in his ass. He heard people coming down the hallway. Oh fuck!

He had been on the edge from the fucking, the surprise of the vibration, now this humiliation brought him to the tipping point. The door opened as Kirk and Wally stood there, smirking at him a hand on their remote vibrator app. Seeing them smirk as they intensified the pattern sent him over. He gasped as his cum oozed out of his cage soaking the front of the singlet. After a few seconds of euphoric agony, the plug stopped. Deek was still laying like a lump of cum rags in the hallway, trying to catch his breath.

“Do either of you have some clothes I can borrow?” He said meekly.

“How bout we play for it? What do you think, gents? Can we give this dealer a second game?” said Kirk, smiling at a pack of bears looking at the exhausted pup in the hallway.

This pup is in the Big Apple!!!

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Summer Son

Mike uses some hypnotherapy on his boy, Ethan, while they spend the summer together in his cabin. Hypno, Incest, Dad/son, Dom/sub, hypnoamnesia, triggers, thongs.

Ethan was laying in the sun, enjoying a break from the wood splitting. When he was at Dad’s cabin, the day was always dominated by chores. Ethan didn’t mind the work either. As a college athlete, he was always looking for new ways to work his body. 

Ethan’s Dad, Mike, wasn’t a stranger to labor either. As he joined his son, the two of them made a hot picture - their toned bodies slicked with sweat on the porch chairs. 

“What? No ashtray, Dad?” Asked Ethan, surprised. His dad had been a smoker as far back as he can remember. 

“Nope. I finally quit.”

“Good for you!” Said Ethan patting him on the shoulder. 

“Thanks Ethan. I think this time it will really take.”

“Oh yeah?” said Ethan dryly. He’d seen his dad quit then un-quit many times before.

“Yeah! All those other times I always wanted to smoke when I quit. But now, I don’t want to smoke anymore.”

“How’s that?”

“Well… A buddy of mine recommended a hypnotist.”

Ethan laughed. “Must be another tall tale from Dad,” he thought. 

“No, I'm serious. Changed my whole world.”

“Sure Dad,” said Ethan rolling his eyes. 

Mike paused for a moment. He’d been skeptical too, and he knew the best way to change it was a demonstration. 

“Look, I’ll show you. Just close your eyes.”

“Aren’t you supposed to get out a pocket watch or something?”

Mike laughed, flashing a puskish smile. 

“No, son. This is how it really works.”

Ethan sighed. He closed his eyes and laid back on the chair.

"Just close your eyes and listen. Hear the sound of my voice in your mind. Hear me, and, as you hear me, the world fades away. Ten.. nine..." began Mike. remembering how his hypnotist started with him. While Mike didn't remember the whole session, he’d heard the introduction enough to repeat it now.

"Imagine there's a balloon to one hand, and a weight tied to the other. Think about how light the balloon is and how heavy the weight is."As he spoke Mike saw his son's arms move his right up lifting up and his left drifting down. He smiled. His boy was pretty suggestible.

"Open your eyes."

Ethan blinked open and smiled. His arms were not where he'd left them. His right arm pointed up in the air and his left arm hanging off the chair. 

"Alright. Not gonna lie, I'm a little impressed."

"Your old man's learned a thing or two," and the conversation drifted back to the wood they needed to chop, and other chores.

That night, as Ethan was drifting off to sleep he remembered hearing his dad's voice, counting back, telling him to relax. Though, it wasn't a sleepy memory, but his dad just outside his door, putting him to sleep. 

—

The next day, as they took their afternoon break, Mike wanted to try something. 

"It's the middle of the day, it's time to Relax. Take a break and Relax."

Every time he hit the word relax he saw his son's eyes flutter. 

"You’re feeling so Relaxed, as I count back from ten… nine..."

And by the time he was at one Ethan was totally out. 

"Good morning!" Said Mike smiling over Ethan.

Ethan blinked. 

"Oh shit did I pass out?" 

"Guess you really needed the break huh?"

"Yeah." Said Ethan rubbing his eyes.

"You must have had a hot dream, your shirt is all sweaty."

Ethan looked down and saw his shirt was dripping with sweat. “Weird. It’s a cool day, how could I have sweat that much?” he thought. But he hated the feeling of sweaty clothes so he stripped it off.

"Here I'll take that. Got laundry today anyway," said Mike. Taking a perfectly dry shirt from his son, executing a post trance trigger just as he instructed. 

"Thanks dad. And hey, can you hit me with some SPF before we start again? I don't want my back to burn. 

"Sure thing." Said Mike hiding how much he was enjoying this.

--

Again that night Ethan heard his dad's relaxation technique in his head. It was weird that he was thinking about it so much, but if he was napping in the afternoon, he clearly needed the rest. 

The next morning he got up out of bed and got dressed. "Shirt, boxers, socks." He paused for a second, there was another drawer in his dresser. “Do I need anything from there? Nope.” Ethan walked his under-dressed self down to breakfast.

"Morning dad."

"Morning Ethan. I see you're dressed for the weather."

"What do you mean? This is what I always wear."

"Right. But it's gonna be warm today."

Ethan started taking off his shirt absentmindedly while answering.

"Well yeah it's summer, and it's a sunny day."

"Naturally. Though it might rain later," said Mike. Beaming at his boy standing as normal as Tuesday, in his boxers and socks in the kitchen. 

The two chopped wood like they do every morning and sat down for a break like they do every afternoon. By the time Ethan rested his head on the deck chair he was out. 

"3… 2… 1... Hey Ethan."

"Oh did I pass it again?"

"Yeah bud. You sleeping okay?"

"Yeah I'm sleeping fine. Must be just working too hard. Someone else has to pull their weight around here! he said jokingly. 

"You have been working hard. You should be proud,’ said Mike, smiling. 

"I'm proud of this." Said Ethan numbly. His hands moved to his boxers and he pulled his dick through the fly. 

Mike watched as Ethan’s eyes glazed over for a second, forgetting what he'd just done. He sat there with his dick hanging out of his boxers, looking at his dad to say something.

"Yeah you have been working hard. And it's paying off."

"Thanks Dad" 

"Now we better get inside, those clouds are moving in quick."

Ethan spent most of the day with his dick hanging out. When he came back from the bathroom, it was tucked in. Mike gave him the trigger word and he pulled it out again. The boy really took to hypnotic triggers like his dad. Better than him.

--

The next morning Ethan got dressed. "Shirt underwear, socks."

As he pulled open his underwear drawer he saw a bunch of thin stringy thongs. His brain buffered for a second.

"That's right, I only wear thongs at the cabin. We both do."

He pulled on a white thong and socks. He reached for a shirt but as he held it up to his torso he couldn't get it on. Hmmm.

"Ethan breakfast is ready!"

He could remember how to wear shirts. Whatever he didn't have time.

"Ethan!"

"Coming Dad-dy!" Woah?! The word felt strange to say in his mouth. But when he thought about it. “Yeah… that's what he called him. Daddy.”

Ethan came out of his room to see his Daddy cooking eggs on the stove, from behind Ethan could see the hunter green string of his thong. Daddy and he both wore thongs at the cabin. 

"Morning!"

"Morning daddy!"

Mike turned around to greet his boy. His short green apron just resting mid thigh and his big pecks poking out of the sides of the apron. He was glad to see his toned boy walking through the kitchen in his thong and socks, just like he planned.

"Give me a hug boy"

Ethan did, but as his daddy said the word boy - he felt tinkles all through his body. His spine stiffened, and so did his dick. Maybe Daddy could feel him start to chub up though the apron. Mike released Ethan from the hug, took a step back, and said "I'm so proud of you."

"And I'm proud of this." Said Ethan mindlessly, as he flipped his thong to one side, letting his growing dick stick out. Mike used all his restraint not to lick his lips.

"Have a seat boy."

Again, Ethan felt a rush of warmth and pleasure all over his skin. He sat down and his full mast boner pointed up at his belly button. But Ethan didn't really realize what was happening.

"You've grown so much this summer, just look at yourself."

Boom. Ethan blinked and couldn't process all the information in his head. He was naked at the table, felt a wedgie in his crack, and was rock hard. Meanwhile his Daddy - wait no, his Dad-dy - what? No. His Daddy was standing behind the kitchen counter shirtless with an apron on. Holy shit what if Daddy saw that he was hard, and naked! He couldn't move, maybe it would go down and then he could run for his room.

Mike took off his apron. He could see his boy squirming at the table. He wanted to see how deep his conditioning had gone.

"Bring your plate over, boy. Eggs are done."

Rush. Oh man it feels so good when Daddy calls him boy. There's no way he's not gonna notice.

"Ugh daddy…”

"What? You wanna be lazy now? Get up and bring your plate over. Pronto!" 

Ethan started to move. The confused look on his face meant Ethan was not sure why his body was moving. Ethan felt his face go red. He tried to cover his protruding dick with his plate, but he started to leak precum. He didn't want it on the plate, but, if he didn’t catch it, it would fall onto the floor.

Ethan stood at the corner of the kitchen, holding his plate over his crotch. He looked at his Daddy in a bulging green thong. Fuck. What was happening today?

"Hold your plate up boy."

"Hhhnnggg. But Daddy-" Ethan was squirming, he felt a pressure of pleasure beginning to build. He pulled up the plate. His Daddy’s eyes widened looking his dripping cock.

"Well someone's an excited boy!”

Ethan's legs were shaking as he felt his dick twitch one, twice, and then shoot his load! 

"Fuck Daddy!" 

Ropes of cum landed on his Daddy's legs and bulging thong. Ethan couldn't believe it. He'd never come hands free before, and now, all the sudden, he was busting a nut in the kitchen on his Daddy! Mike just grinned ear to ear. What seemed like days to Ethan had been weeks of conditioning from Mike. The poor boy hadn't jerked off in a month, and now he had his first hands-free ejaculation. Ethan stood there catching his breath as his Daddy took the plate out of his hands.

"Now you better clean up boy."

Ethan's eyes, wide with panic, dulled and glazed over. He sank to his knees, and began to lick up all the cum he'd sprayed on his daddy.

"Good boy." Purred Mike, and Ethan licked and licked. 

"Make sure you clean up everywhere you shot, boy.”

Mike pulled his thick cock out of his thong. And his hypnotized boy went right to work licking it up.

Mike and Ethan always felt closer by the end of a summer. Mike wondered if it was wrong to bring things to a close in August…

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Training Our Coach

AJ was not going to be like the other boys. Coach Hunt had taken special interest in his varsity squad, giving them individual practice time late Friday afternoon. Josh was first, and sheepish about what the training entailed, only saying "Coach rode my ass hard." Of course, in the shower the squad discovered that training also left Josh locked up in a chastity cage that Coach held the key to.

Max was next. He could barely contain his excitement for the training. The next practice Max was practically strutting around the locker room showing off his caged cock. AJ smiled looking at the way the cage framed Max's slim build. He hadn't heard Coach come up behind him.

"I'd rub a few out tonight AJ, cause you're next."

AJ gulped. While the thought of his teammates being caged up excited him, he didn't know about being locked up himself. As Max, Josh, and AJ car-pooled home, Max gave the guys the full details of training.

"Coach had me on this bench, tied up and facing away from the running trail we'd taken into the woods. Then he put the cage on. It took him some cold water from my water bottle to make me fit in it."

"Me too." Josh laughed. 

"Then Coach fucked me right there on the trail and got a load in my quick, not his normal endurance fuck. I was kinda disappointed until I heard him say 'Welcome gents, this one is real eager so don't hold back.' It must have been hours of fucking, from who knows who," Max said with a satisfied sigh. 

"God I need to get home to my dildo, I've been so pent up the last two weeks." Mumbled Josh, adjusting himself as he drove.

AJ looked at his pals from the passenger seat.

"Guys coach said I'm next, and no offense, but I don't want to be locked up like you."

"C'mon, you'll be fine." Started Josh, before Max cut him off.

"Wait… you're next? We gotta get your loads while we can."

That night the Josh and Max had pinned AJ down as they rode him again and again, milking out loads. Max shot his load, despite the cage, which only made Josh more ravenous - though frustratingly unsuccessful. 

The teaming up gave AJ an idea. Since the other two knew where the bench was, he'd have them wait out there early, and help him avoid their fate.

--

Come Friday AJ was excited, but nervous. He'd always been hot for Coach and spending any alone time was charged. As he got to the head of the running trail he saw Coach Hunt waiting for him, imposing and tall as always.

"Good you showed, I thought you might chicken out, after looking at the other boys."

"Ha ha, no Coach. I made varsity cause of your training, I know it's for the best."

"That's my boy." Said Coach, and the two took off running. 

About 15 minutes in he saw the bench just off the trail. Coach pulled ahead and led him off to it. AJ's dick jumped. He did like bottoming, it was just that being locked up would cramp his flip fucking fun. 

"You probably know by now what you're in for. Strip." Said Coach taking off his shorts.

As Coach leaned forward to step out of his shorts though, Max and Josh swiftly stepped out from behind some trees and grabbed his arm. AJ pushed Coach to throw off his balance, and the three of them had Coach secured to the bench in less than a minute.

"Well I bet you think you're pretty clever, don't ya." Said Coach, a little breathless.

"Look Coach, I think it's only fair that if you get to ride our ass we should get to ride yours." Said AJ tenting his short shorts at the thought.

"Look boys-" but Josh was too quick with the gag. 

Max, who was already leaking into his shorts, pulled AJ's down. He was even more of an eager cock sucker now, a week into caged life. AJ, seeing Josh rub the his leaking nub on coaches lips, felt a drive to fuck Coach harder and deeper than Coach had fucked him. As Max ducked under the bench to suck Coach's cock, AJ began to rail him. Coach Hunt moaned into his gag.

"Well he's getting hard so he can't hate it." Said Max coming up for air.

AJ found a rhythm and pounded away. Josh and Max had switched positions, and AJ saw a look of envy in Josh's eyes. 

AJ felt a firm hand on his shoulder, surpising him.

"Well well well, this is something new."

AJ looked over his shoulder and saw Brute, the team captain when AJ joined as a freshman, standing behind him. He hadn't considered it, but it only made sense that the men fucking the team had been on the team themselves and come back to get the other side of it.

"Stay there bud, I'm gonna see if you're just as fun to fuck." Said Brute, lining up behind AJ.

Brute was a nickname, a well earned one. As he smashed away at AJ, AJ rocked into Coach, who tried to look behind, but was pulled back by Josh and Max. AJ was blissed out, he was getting the best of both today, and with Coach tied down, had no risk of a cage in sight. All of that lead to a pretty explosive load in Coach from AJ.

Brute reached around and held his finger up to Coach’s hole as AJ pulled out.

"Don't want to waste that organic lube you just made," said Brute with a wink. 

Brute went at it as AJ came around to the coach, dick still dripping. Coach's eyes went wide as he realized AJ was in front and someone else had to be fucking him now. As AJ forced Coach Hunt to clean off the remains of his load, AJ whispered.

"I bet if we put out the call to the old squad that tonight we're training Coach, we could get at least double the numbers. Come core out Coach Cunt. 

Coach only moaned, as Brute pulled out and the tag team of Josh R and Josh E began. Max and Josh went down the line priming the line of hard dicks as it grew and grew. They were gonna be here all night.