Eden Academy

 I went back to the hotel and packed what little I had up. 

Conner came in as I was doing a last check of the room, “Hey man, congrats!” 

“Um, thanks, how did you hear?”

He held up his phone, “Eden just tweeted it out, you’re a star.”

I took his phone and looked, there was my promo pic from A&M and a tweet saying I was the new baseball coach, and they were excited to see what I could bring to the team. It already had over a thousand likes…why had I never heard of this school?

“They moving you into Jericho?”

I looked at him confused.

“The condo they have for staff,” he clarified.

“Oh yeah, they said they had a place for me.”

He smiled and picked up m bag, “You’ll love that place, I hear it’s wild.”

“I can carry that,” I said as he walked towards the door.

“I am here to serve,” he said as he opening the door for me, “Your future awaits.”

I walked out of the room wondering what this kid knew that I didn’t.

The luxury SUV was waiting for me out front, it looked like it was more fitted for the president or a super celebrity than a baseball coach. Conner put my bag in the back as I got in, the driver glanced back at me, “Jericho?”

I nodded.

Conner came to the door, “Have a great time Pete,” he said grinning, “Those kids are going to love you.”

“Thanks, man,” I said, this kid was too much.

“If they have half as much fun with you as I did, you’ll be a hit.”

I was about to ask him what he meant when I had a flash of memory, on my back, legs spread as Conner leaned in, my moans bouncing off the hotel walls as he fucked me…

“We ready?” the driver asked impatiently, snapping me back to now.

I looked to Conner who winked, “See ya around coach,” and turned to close the door.

As we drove away, I looked back at him, he was just standing there grinning…

I settled in as we drove away from the hotel, I closed my eyes and tried to relax, this had been a crazy couple of days, but I think it was finally paying off. Again, the vibration of the car had me sleepy and I found myself dozing off…

“Falling asleep coach?” a voice asked next to me.

I glanced over and saw Sammy sitting there, he was in his school uniform, but it looked like a porn prop on him. The jacket was open, and his shirt untucked, I could see the tanned skin of his chest peeking through the white cotton shirt, he was so fucking handsome…I would have killed to look like this kid in high school. 

“Come here,” he said, pulling me down until I was laying on his lap, “Just relax,” he said, his hands running through my hair, “I got ya…you’re mine.”

His words were like a warm blanket, and I snuggled into his lap, this seemed so wrong, so fucking gay...but I laid there like I was his girlfriend.

“Yeah, you like that coach? You like laying on my cock?”

I had no idea what he was talking about until I felt it, up against my cheek like a fucking zucchini. It slowly hardened under me, and I realized I was in awe, just feeling that rod of flesh press against my face. It was so warm, I was pressing into it, rubbing my cheek against it as he chuckled.

“That’s a good boy,’ he said, pressing me against it, “Such an obedient fuckdog.”

I moaned as I began to mouth it through his slacks, feeling that massive mushroom head, debasing myself with this teen jock like I was his drunk prom date. I could feel that massive cock on my tongue and I longed for him to free it…what the hell was wrong with me?

"I think we're going to have a lot of fun together." He said and I realized it was what he had said in the locker room…I looked up and I was back there, laid out on a bench only in a jockstrap while Sammy stood behind me, spreading my ass cheeks.

“This is such a prime ass,” he said in Conner’s voice, “You are going to make such a good fuck when you’re broken in.”

I was back in the hotel room, face down on my bed as Conner began to eat me out, his tongue pushing into my little, jock hole making me moan.

“You’re going to be mine,” Sammy said, looking down at me, naked, that fucking cock just hovering there…he looked like a god, “You want to be mine coach?”

I nodded, trying to reach up so I could suck his cock while Conner began to push his cock into me…

“FUCK!” I cried, startling myself awake.

I was in the back of the SUV, the driver glanced back at me, “You ok sir?”

I nodded as I realized I had just come, my pants were stained with cum, looking like I had just pissed myself. Did I just have a wet dream? About a fucking kid? Shaking my head, I grabbed a bottle of water and downed it, trying to banish the image of Sammy Parker from my mind.

And failing pretty badly.

We pulled up in front of a huge complex, holy shit this was where I was going to be living?

The driver got my bag and then opened my door, “You might want to carry this sir,” he said looking down at my slacks. I felt my face redden as I got out and put my bag in front of my cum stains. I walked into the main lobby and had the same feeling I did when I walked into the hotel, this place just screamed money.

“Mr. Topps,” a man no older than 40 said, “Welcome to Jericho!” He motioned around him, and I had to admit, this place was dope.

“I was told I was staying here?” I asked, not believing it myself.

He nodded, “My name is Wesley and we have your room ready, come with me,” he said, taking me to an elevator. As we went up, he kept talking, “There is a private gym on every floor equipped with a steam room and massage services during the day. There are two Olympic-sized pools on the property open 24 hours along with a set of basketball, racquetball, and tennis courts.”

Was this place a condo or a training center for the Olympics?

We got off on the 17th floor and walked down to the second door on the right, he put a keycard up a panel and then stepped aside, “Look into the light.”

There was a small red light in the middle of the door, I looked into it, and it flashed twice, “Now say your name.”

“Peter Topps.”

A chirp from the door and it unlocked, “Identity registered, welcome home Mr. Topps.”

I looked at Wesley who just smiled and gestured for me to go in. Holy shit this place was amazing! It was furnished with furniture I could never afford, a 60-inch tv was mounted on the living room wall, the kitchen was all steel and glass and the fridge was one of those smart ones with monitors on the door so you could see what was inside without opening them. I walked around in a daze, I lived here now?

“This is the garbage chute,” he said gesturing to a panel off from the kitchen, “The maid service will make sure you always have bags for it as well as fresh towels.”

“Maid service?” I asked.

He nodded, “Every day while you’re at work we have a service come through and make sure the place is immaculate for you. There is also laundry service, just leave what you need cleaned in the hamper and it will be cleaned and folded by the next day.” He glanced at my slacks but said nothing, “The entire building has WIFI, there is a smart assistant in the room if you need anything, just ask for Dumah, he will answer.”

“Dumah?” I asked.

“Yes Mr. Topps?” a male voice asked.

“Oh shit,” I said exclaimed.

The man smiled, “I am sure you two will get along fine, he will be able to answer just about any question you have. I was told you have a car picking you up tomorrow morning for your fitting, I have already made Dumah aware of it, he will wake you up in the morning. Do you have any questions?”

Yeah, how the fuck did I get here?

“No this is great, just...I mean…”

He smiled, “I can be a little overwhelming at first, but you’ll adjust. Welcome to Eden,” he said extending his hand. I shook it and it felt like the start of something incredible…

As I walked into the tailor shop, my eyes immediately fell on him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline, he looked like a runway model. His hair was a rich shade of chestnut brown, styled in a messy but intentional way that made him look effortlessly cool. His eyes were a deep, soulful brown, and I found myself getting lost in them as I approached him. He was younger than me, barely out of high school…no way this kid was a tailor.

He was dressed in a perfectly-tailored suit that accentuated his every muscle, and as he turned to greet me, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. But then he smiled, and all of my nerves melted away.

"Hello there," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "What can I do for you today?"

"I, uh, I'm here to get fitted," I stammered, feeling my face grow hot.

"Ah, yes. You must be Peter," he said, his eyes flickering over me. "I've been expecting you, I’m Alex and I’ll be doing your fitting today."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the way he was looking at me. He was so confident, so sure of himself. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, “Aren’t you a little young to be a tailor?”

He didn’t laugh, he just stared through me, “I assure you; I am more than capable.”

I shook my head, “Sorry, it was a joke.”

Why was I spun by this kid?

"Come over here," he said, motioning for me to follow him to the back of the store. "Let's get you measured."

I followed him, my eyes fixed on his broad shoulders and the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt. He was so confident, so sure of himself. I couldn't help feeling a little intimidated.

“Strip,” he snapped, “I need some measurements of your body without clothes.”

I followed Alex's instructions and undressed down to my boxers. I could feel his eyes on me, sizing me up. I tried to ignore it and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt self-conscious, but at the same time, I couldn't help but admire the way I looked.

"Good, good," Alex murmured, he walked over and began to measure me. His hands moving over my body as he took down measurement after measurement. I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine as his hands trailed down my sides, his fingers grazing my skin. He looked fresh out of high school, but he moved like a professional, moving me to where he needed, his hands precise and forceful…

I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I knew I needed to get this done, but I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable with Alex staring at me like he was sizing me up, which I guess he was literally doing, but still. I tried to focus on the mirror in front of me, but my eyes kept wandering to his reflection in the corner.

He was still taking measurements, his eyes scanning over every inch of my body. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused, but I tried to push those thoughts aside. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I knew I needed to keep my focus on the task at hand.

"Okay, now we need to measure your inseam," Alex said, breaking the silence. He knelt down in front of me, and I felt his hand brush against my thigh as he adjusted the measuring tape.

I couldn't help the sudden surge of arousal that washed over me. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I could feel Alex's breath on my skin as he worked, and the feeling was making me dizzy. His hand nudged my ballsac and I tensed up, he slowly began to move his hand, making my cock come to life…

"Are you enjoying this?" he asked suddenly, his voice low and rough.

I froze, not sure what to say. I was enjoying it, but I didn't want to admit it. "I'm just trying to get this done," I managed to say.

Alex stood up, his eyes locked onto mine. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice stern. "I can tell you're enjoying this as much as I am."

His tone touched something in me, and I instantly dropped my gaze, unable to look him in the eye. I had no idea what to say, I shook my head and he just stared before kneeling down again.

As he began to measure me, I felt his hands move up my thigh, his fingers tracing every inch of my skin. I had never been fitted for a suit, but was it always this…intimate? I couldn't help but grow harder as he moved upwards.

"You're a perfect fit," he said, his voice low. "You're going to look amazing in your suit."

I couldn't help but feel a little flustered at his words. He was so confident, so sure of himself, how was someone so young so forceful?

“Face the mirror please,” he said as he walked behind me.

I turned to face the mirror once again, my heart pounding in my chest as Alex began to measure my back once more. I could feel the heat of his body behind me, his breath hot against my neck as he worked.

As he measured, I could feel myself growing harder by the second, my arousal becoming almost unbearable. Alex seemed to sense it too, his hand moving more deliberately now as he moved his hand over my bugle, I gasped as we locked eyes in the mirror. He smiled as stroked me through my boxers, daring me to object.

I let out a low groan, my eyes locked on my reflection in the mirror as I watched Alex work. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, his hands bringing me more pleasure than any hand had before. He stopped and then moved in front of me, “Need to get one more measurement…”

I was hard and there was no hiding it. He ignored it but there was no way he couldn’t see my fucking hard-on throbbing through my boxers. He moved it aside to measure and I gasped, he looked up smiling, moving it again, making my whole body shake. I don’t know what he was measuring anymore, all it felt like was him jerking me off.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaking…

He stood up quickly and moved behind me, measuring my back and shoulders, leaning in close to me, his breath hot against my ear. "You know, I could help you with that," he whispered, his hand still pressing against my bulge again.

"I'm not gay," I whimpered, pushing into his hand. 

"But don't you want to serve me?" I nodded instantly as I felt the urge to please this kid that came out of nowhere. 

"Do you like this?" Alex whispered in my ear, his hands moving lower and lower until they were just above the waistband of my boxers. I could feel his fingers brush against the fabric, and I let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"I...I don't know," I stammered, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. I had never been attracted to another man before, but the way Alex was touching me was making me feel things I had never felt before.

"You don't have to know," Alex said, his voice low and seductive. "Just let me make you feel good."

With that, he slid his hand down my boxers, wrapping his fingers around my hard cock. I gasped as he began to stroke me, his hand moving up and down my length with practiced ease.

"You like that?" he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and it sent shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder as he continued to stroke me. I felt completely helpless under his touch, and I didn't want it to stop.

Alex moved his other hand up to my chest, running his fingers over my nipples and causing them to harden under his touch. I let out a low groan of pleasure, feeling like putty in his hands. 

“You're so responsive," Alex said, his voice filled with admiration. "I love it."

He began to move his hand faster, his fingers squeezing my cock as he stroked me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with desire. trembling with desire. Alex pushed me against the mirror, his body pressing against mine from behind, "You a good boy?" he asked.

I couldn't form words, my mind was a fog of desire and confusion. I just nodded, feeling Alex's hands move down to my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. "Good," he whispered, "because only good boys cum."

“I’m a good boy,” I whimpered, feeling him stroke my entire length.

Alex chuckled, his lips grazing my earlobe. "You’re loving this, aren't you?" he murmured.

I couldn't help but nod, my body aching for his touch. Alex's sped up his strokes and I moaned, my head falling forward against the glass. "Oh, fuck," I breathed, my hips thrusting into his hand.

I could feel his hardness press against my ass and gasped as he pulled my boxers down to my knees, exposing my bare ass. Alex's hand slid down my stomach and wrapped around my cock, his grip firm and sure.

I moaned loudly, my body arching into his touch. He went back to stroking me slowly, his other hand still roaming over my body. "You want more, don't you?" he murmured in my ear.

I nodded frantically, unable to form words. My mind was consumed with the pleasure he was giving me. His hand moved faster, and I felt my orgasm building inside me.

I was grinding back against his hard cock, desperate for release. "Please, Alex," I begged, "I need to cum."

He chuckled darkly, his hand moving faster. "Patience, puppy," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "I want to make you cum harder than you ever have before."

And with those words, he pushed a finger into me, stretching me painfully but in the most incredible way. I cried out as he probed my ass, touching something that sent electricity through my whole frame. He kept nudging it his fingers making me cry out as I let him molest me in the middle of his shop. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I felt my body tense up as I reached the edge of release. He removed his finger, and I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. I turned my head to look at him, "Wait, Alex, I don't know if-" He cut me off with a kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, and I felt myself surrender to him…

He pushed into me slowly, his head popping into me causing me to gasp loudly as he paused. “Oh god…oh…” I cried as he slowly began to move forward, inch by inch, until he was fully inside me. I groaned, feeling the pressure and fullness of him, this kid was stretching me fully and I loved it. Once he was pressed against my ass he slowly moved out and I let out a small sob as I felt his cock try to take my whole ass with him. He slammed forward and I let out a scream as lights flashed before my eyes. 

He reached around to grip my cock, stroking me in time with his movements. I was panting and moaning, lost in the pleasure he was giving me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I looked in the mirror and watched myself be fucked by this kid. 

“You like that?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. I nodded, unable to form any coherent words as pleasure coursed through me. Alex's movements became more urgent. "Push back," he commanded. 

I couldn't believe what was happening. I was watching myself in the mirror, as Alex used me for his own pleasure. I had never felt so turned on and dirty at the same time. My body was writhing beneath him as he pounded into me, my hands gripping the edge of the mirror.

Alex's strong arms wrapped around me, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered in my ear, "You like that, huh? You like watching yourself get fucked?"

I couldn't speak, I was so overwhelmed with pleasure. I just nodded, my eyes glued to the mirror, watching as Alex's body moved in and out of me, his hand gripping my hip tightly.

"You're so hot, Pete," he moaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "I love watching you squirm like this."

I could feel my body tensing up as I approached the edge of ecstasy. I wanted to turn and look at Alex, see the pleasure on his face, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the mirror.

I obeyed, pushing back against him as he continued to pound into me with reckless abandon. He reached around and started stroking my cock again, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My body trembled with pleasure as I felt my orgasm building inside me once more.

“Such a good dog," Alex said as he sped up "Bark for me puppy, bark for your master."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he meant. But as he thrust deeper into me, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me and I let out a low, guttural moan that sounded like a bark.

"Good boy," Alex praised, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me. I watched myself in the mirror, the sight of my naked body being used by this younger man only turning me on more. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't stop either.

Alex's pace quickened, his breaths becoming ragged, and I knew he was close. I could feel my own orgasm building inside me as he drove into me again and again. And then, with a final thrust, he came, filling me up with his warmth.

With a loud cry, I came hard, my cum spilling over the mirror. Alex thrust into me a few more times before collapsing against my back, his breathing heavy and ragged.

Seeing the mess I made on the mirror he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into it, "Clean up after yourself, bad dog!" I obediently licked the cum off the mirror, tasting myself as I moaned at the thought that I was letting this kid dominate me. Alex stepped away from me, tucking himself back into his pants. "Get dressed, Pete. We have work to do," he said, walking towards the door.

I stood there for a moment, dazed and in disbelief at what had just happened. But there was no denying the throbbing ache between my legs, the evidence of our illicit encounter. I quickly got dressed, my mind racing with thoughts of what would happen next.

When he was dressed, he picked up his clipboard, "I have everything I need, I'll have the suits sent to you," he said, his voice all business now, "Unless you want me to bring them by?"

"No, no. just send them," I said, still feeling a bit dazed, unsure what I would let this kid to do me in my house.

"Great," Alex replied, "And just so you know, I'm available for fittings anytime you need me."

I swallowed hard, not sure how to respond to that. "Uh, thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

As I got dressed, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed in me. Why did I do that? Why did I like it?

“Next time it would be easier if you just submit,” he said, smiling.

“What?” I asked, not sure what he said.

“Submit.” He said again, “Just submit.”

I cocked my head, “Why would I do that?”

“Submitting brings you pleasure,” he said, his voice now lacking any emotion, “Every time you submit, you are a good boy.”

The words good boy made my knees weak, and I felt my cock lurch in response.

“Be a good boy Pete…submit.”

“But I…”

“Submit.”

“No…” I said weakly.

“Submit.”

“Why are you telling me that?”

Submit.

Submit.

Submit.

“NO!” I screamed, sitting up in bed.

I was covered in sweat as my breaths came ragged, right on top of each other. I felt like I had ran a marathon, I looked down and saw I am cum in my sleep again. Moaning I pulled the stained sheets off of me, I didn’t have wet dreams as a teenager but now I can’t go ten minutes without one?

“What fucking time is it?” I asked myself.

“It is 5:13 am,” a male voice said, scaring the shit out of me.

“Who the…oh right… Dumah?”

“Yes sir?”

Shaking my head I pulled my sheets off the bed, “Nothing, I’m up.”

“Yes sir, would you like me to start brewing some coffee?”

“Yeah, that would be great?”

“Excellent, will you be getting a workout in before your fitting today?”

“I don’t know…” I said dumping my bedding into the laundry hamper, “Let’s just start with the coffee.”

“According to your physical therapy notes, swimming would be an excellent way to start the day.”

I paused, “You have my PT records?”

“Yes sir, I have all of your information and have been programmed to with a course of actions that will help you recover faster.”

I just stood there, naked, not sure how to take that.

“Who told you to that?”

A small pause, “This is Eden Protocol, your continued rehabilitation is part of your employment contract, you must submit to regular exercise and rehabilitation activities.”

I felt my whole body react at the word submit, I moved my hands over my junk as it began to harden.

“So you’re saying if I don’t go swim you’re going to tell on me?”

“It is one of my duties to report progress on your condition.”

Well, that was on me for not reading the fine print I guess.

“Ok, let me run some water over my body, drink the coffee, and then I’ll swim.”

“This is acceptable.”

I am so glad my fucking computer butler agrees with my plans.

I get in this massive shower and fuck me it has some great water pressure. I sat under the steaming hot water and just soaked it in, I could get used to this kind of treatment. I washed up and got out, toweled off, and walked out to the smell of fresh coffee. 

I poured myself a cup, it was pretty good, “Wow, nice brew, can you cook?”

Dumah answered, “No sir, but I am capable of ordering food delivery for you, Eden has an expense account with all the major services.”

Well, shit, “Ok, I’m gonna go swim, can you have an everything bagel with egg whites and cheddar coming here by the time I’m done.”

“Yes sir, I will monitor your progress in the pool, when you are done I will order it.”

Ok then, maybe this won’t be so bad. I pulled on some trunks, grabbed a towel, and headed downstairs. I mean I should be swimming; I can’t be a baby and not want to do it just because a computer told me I should. Dumah is just there to help me, I needed to submit to it.

I sat and waited for the elevator wondering why that thought was making me hard again.

The pool was as large as they promised, this thing looked like it would be found at a college rather than in a condo. Two guys were swimming, I could only see them breaking the water but they both looked like fucking Olympic swimmers they were in such good shape. Now I had always been good-looking, and I knew it. I mean call me cocky or self-centered but it’s hard not to notice that you are hot when you own a mirror.

So I’ve never really felt self-conscious around other jocks, I was always in the top percentile so I never thought about it. But these guys, these two random guys just swimming…made me feel like I was not in their league. I had the impulse to go back upstairs when one of them paused and leaned up against the edge.

He was a little older than me but didn’t show it. He had dark black hair and a pair of sparkling blue eyes that looked me up and down. He smiled and showed me a perfect smile, “Hey, you must be new.”

I nodded, “Pete,” I said, walking over with my hand extended.

He took it, “Will, you just move in?”

“Yeah, just got hired over at the high school.”

“Oh!” he said, “You’re the baseball coach, right?” I nodded. “Ok, that makes sense.”

I was about to ask what did when the other guy stopped and wiped the water off his face, “What are you staring at?” he barked, and I was shocked by his tone.

Will looked over at him, shaking his head, “No, he’s not a brother, this is that baseball coach they tweeted out.”

The other guy looked at me and I realized I knew him! He was an actor, I’d seen him in a few shows, CW heartthrob shit, he had been in People’s sexiest people three years running. He lived here? “Oh right,” he said, suddenly smiling, “Sorry about that, your picture doesn’t do you justice.”

“Um, thanks?” I said confused, what just happened.

“Mr. Crawford,” Dumah’s voice echoed through the room, “Your ride arrives in less than an hour.”

“Shit,” he said getting out of the pool, Jesus Christ his body, I could see now how People picked their men for the year, “Hey Will next time?”

Wil nodded, “I’ll hold you to that.”

The guy walked by me, grabbing a towel, “See you around newbie.”

Will got out as well and I wish I had looked like this guy when I was his age, “Yeah, I need to get going too, welcome to the building Pete. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”

I nodded, trying not to fucking stare at this guy’s body, what the hell?

Once I was alone I just stood there wondering, what the hell kind of place was this?

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Pateron / Twitter: @thejackparker01