After delivering me from jail and imprisoning me again in his web, Coach Seeman delivered me to Nate's door, ravished and still in handcuffs, which had been moved so that my arms were in front of me, and with my jeans barely covering me.
When Nate answered the door, he was wearing only his briefs. As the dorm counselor, he had an actual one-bedroom apartment, including separate bedroom, a kitchenette, and a bath—which made me wonder why he showered in the common bath so often. But I didn't wonder about that for very long, remembering how he had fucked me in that bathroom. The communal bathroom was obviously one of his hunting grounds.
Seeman hustled me into the bedroom and handcuffed me to the brass headboard at the top of one of the single beds in the room. Then he and Nate went into the other room and talked a while.
When Nate came back in, he was alone.
"So, I hear you were planning to leave us—that you were found by the police a couple of miles from the campus."
I didn't answer.
"Now, what am I going to do with you? You don't seem to have gotten it. Coach Seeman has selected you as the team punch and wants you where he wants you when he wants you. Now you can adjust to that the easy way or the hard way. Understand?"
I still didn't answer.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it. Coach told me not to give it to you up the ass for a couple of days, to let you recover for a few days. But I've got to assert with you who's the boss here some way. Look at me. I said, look at me, and keep your eyes on me."
I looked up, as he stripped his briefs off and started working his meat. At first I could hardly see it, but as he pulled at it and stroked it, it started to fill out. It was a big, bulbous thing, darker than he was. And it wasn't long before he had worked it up to about six inches long and over two inches thick. Then he walked in closer to me.
"Open up. I said open your mouth." and he lightly slapped me on the face. "Wider," he said, as I tried to comply with his command.
He placed one of his hands around the back of my head and said, "Keep your mouth open wide, and your head right at this position. Nothing else, just hold it there until and unless I tell you to move it." And then he inserted his dick in my mouth and face-fucked me until he was ready to come, upon which he pulled out of my mouth and came on my chest."
"There," he said, as he pulled his briefs back on and sat down beside me. "Remember that I can and will fuck you whenever and wherever and however I want. And so will Coach, and so will anyone else on the wrestling team and in our group. And if you resist, or try to run away again, we'll make it harder on you. Understand?" He got a wet wash cloth and cleaned his cum off me, and then he took a tube of salve out of the nightstand drawer and began to rub salve over the welts on my torso.
"How long is this going to go on?" I asked. "When will it stop?"
"It will stop when Coach has found someone else he fancies more than you. I doubt it will stop for some time, though. He says you're the best tail he's had in some time."
Oh. I would have to think what I could do about that.
"These welts aren't too bad. They should be gone in a few days. And in a few days, we'll give you some wrestling training, and then you can help work out the wrestling team—in more ways than one. Oh, and yes, day after tomorrow, we'll start with these, helping you to open up to your new role." He reached into the drawer and pulled out a couple of black rubber objects.
"What the hell are those?" I asked.
"Butt plugs," he said, "in progressively larger sizes. You've already been stretched a good bit, so we don't have to start with the smaller ones."
"No," I said.
"Yes. And if you resist, we'll add this," and he took out a belt with a lock that must have been something that he could attach one of the plugs to and keep it up my ass in a way that I couldn't get to it and pull it out. "It will only be for a couple hours a day.
"No. You can forget that."
