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It was Monday night at the Gym and three young college men sat in the Coach's office, silently while another paced, agitated. The other three were still and somber while the fourth was excited and smiling.
Matt was thinking, I'm screwed, I am going to be a pimp and prostitute's bouncer because I was a drunken bastard and screwed up one of my Fraternity brothers. He's in a lot of trouble and it's my fault. If I don't go along, I'll be a prostitute as well, and might get beaten to death and raped too.
Mark was thinking, I've got to leave town or something, I have screwed up now. I will lose my scholarship and get arrested and jailed, just like Brian. We're sure to get caught by the police. Even if the authorities don't find out, the brothers will and they will beat the crap out of me and the asshole who talked me into screwing with Brian that night. My life over.
Bruno was apprehensive. He was deep in the closet. He had a crush on Brian after he saw what a great athlete he was, how hard he worked, how beautiful he was and how nice he was to everyone. At first he was mad at the man who had humiliated his former team and so obviously used drugs to help him do it. Now the man he loved most in the world was in trouble and his asshole former Coach had asked him to help fuck him up some more. He had to take the job to try to save Brian, even though Brian would never know why. Bruno had no money and didn't know anyone. What could he do, how could he help Brian get free? All he knew was he had to try.
Luke, completely unaware of what had happened at the Jail and what the coach was up to, was just happy his Uncle Joe had arranged for him to punish Brian and humiliate him for the next year and tonight, in front of his old team and a couple of Brian's buddies. That would fix that cheating bastard!
Luke's cell phone rang. The excited Luke listened and flipped his phone closed. "That was the coach. They're on their way. I thought that pervert was a homo, he's naked and he's going to suck the coach's cock all the way!"
Bruno's heart almost stopped, his massive fists clenched!
Matt and Mark cringed, Brian wasn't a homo. Everyone knew he was a straight virgin!
Luke grinned like he had just won 20 million in the lottery.
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Meanwhile, Brian was naked except for his dog collar decorated with a big pink ribbon and another pink ribbon tied tightly around his package.
He was sucking the long thin cock sticking out of the coach's smelly crotch.
The coach was taking him to the Gym for further humiliation.
The beginning of a life of sin and degradation had begun.
Brian's ass was raw from the rape in the jail, his lips were chapped and his neck was sore from all the throat fucking he had endured the night before. Yet, Brian was feeling a thrill of excitement, adrenaline was pumping through his veins.
He shouldn't be excited by this "fate worse than death" but his pencil dick was as hard as a rock, throbbing and leaking from the visions of depravity the coach had painted for him in the court parking lot.
Brian was sucking the coach's cock like the pro the coach was going to make him.
The gang from the night before had trained him well and he was feeling a sort of victory about the moans and groans he was causing in the coach.
Brian was kneeling in front of the passenger front seat, his head in the coach's lap, stroking the coach's cock with one hand while he balanced himself with his other hand.
While he sucked and licked the coach's cock, the coach would periodically reach over and slap Brian's ass firmly to encourage him.
They had been riding along for nearly 20 minutes.
The relatively light but continuing spanking was making the endorphin's build and Brian was starting to float.
The endorphins were making the pain in his ass fade.
The combination of the endorphins and the strong manly smell of the coach were making Brian feel really good!
Brian mind started to drift, his lips and tongue in automatic.
He knew he had to get out of this situation. If he didn't, the perfect life he envisioned when he got his scholarship would be over. Any sort of worthwhile life would be over.
His parents would disown him if they knew what had happened, even though it was not his fault he had been kidnapped and later framed.
His Minister, a hard liner, would expel him from the church for being a sodomite.
With no powerful friends and no money, what could he do? Where could he go?
Then, after a particularly hard strike from the coach, he snapped out of his endorphin haze. It was like he had been struck by lightening.
His Uncle Knute!
Chapter 14
Knute's family rarely spoke of him, even then in unflattering terms. Brian's Mother had disowned her brother. Brian's religious Father called him the spawn of the devil.
Brian didn't feel that way. He was proud of his Uncle, even though he could barely remember him. The last time he had spoken to him was during a brief visit in 1992, just after the first Gulf War. Every birthday there was a card, a short note of affection and a hundred bucks!
His Uncle had been 30 in 1991. Unlike Brian, Knute was brilliant but without formal schooling. With his hard work and using his brilliant mind, he had rapidly risen to the rank master sergeant.
During the first Gulf War, Knute was assigned to covert operations. His small team of tough young Green Berets had been dropped deep behind the lines in Iraq to coordinate NBC and Scud missile air strikes.
Knute had a facility for languages like many Green Beret and that was what got him noticed and recruited by that elite force. He could speak Arabic, French, Hebrew and several other languages used in the middle east. He had learned French in High School and the Army had found to their pleasure, that he could rapidly learn new languages.
Knute used his intelligence and gift to get the best out of himself and his teams.
He looked nothing like Brian except he was almost as tall. He was 6 foot 2 inches tall with black hair, coal black eyes, and weighed about 175 pounds. Knute was hard as steel but slender. Except for his pale skin, he looked like he was a native of the Middle East.
Knute's team was very successful finding targets and they even captured some important prisoners. One was a highly placed member of the Iraqi Secret Police.
The man was no fan of Saddam but like most still decent successful men in Iraq, he did what was necessary to survive. He was an expert interrogator and skilled at getting information from the men who were trying to defeat Saddam from inside and out but he did it without the brutal techniques of his less patient and sadistic colleagues. He knew the techniques from his training but also knew that they were less reliable than sensory and sleep depravation, withholding protein, close contact nudity with other male prisoners as well as other more subtle tools.
During the short time that Abdul was a prisoner of Knute's team, he developed a healthy respect and admiration for the hard brave American. Expecting torture and death, instead, he was treated professionally and fairly. After being turned over to US Army intelligence and largely due to Knute's behavior, he defected, finally free of the mad regime of the Dictator. After the war, the Dictator had lashed out, torturing and killing many of his subordinates, blaming them for his failure. Knute had saved his life and Abdul knew it.
As a result of the huge success of Knute's patrol and his obvious value as a covert operator, he was noticed by the CIA and recruited to work the Middle East. He left the Army and lead a successful but completely secret life as a covert agent, repeatedly promoted and given more and more power to get the job done. A very valuable man in their human intelligence poor service, he had the full confidence of the higher ups.
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Brian had his head buried in the coach's musky crotch, his nose frequently tickled by the coach's wiry black pubic hair as he periodically plunged down the full length of the coach's long thin cock.
Over the 25 minute trip, the coach had Brian keep him on the edge.
Finally the coach was approaching the school and he ordered Brian to make him cum.
Fearing more punishment or return to jail and the gang, Brian did as ordered, sucking, licking and stroking for all he was worth.
The coach's balls tightened, the precum flowed and his ass raised up to momentarily trap Brian's head against the wheel, almost causing the van to crash.
The coach strained to force his ass back down to get control of the van, then, jet after jet of hot thick cum shot out of the coach's cock, at first striking Brian in the back of his throat. Over the long trip, the coach had built a massive load.