Look How I Have Turned Out Sir

Bradley Wilkin was a pure hunk of a teenager. He had a perfect body, was a model student and had been the king of the school. Head boy and captain of the rugby team. Boys viewed him as their role model and he was a heart throb amongst the girls, with his stunning good looks, his blond hair and blue eyes. He had started the school as a kid with a talent for rugby: a talent that I had nurtured and developed so that he was now the star player of the local rugby team and generally regarded as a future international for England. Our relationship had always been one of total mutual respect. I had been like his father and his idol, and he my perfect pupil.

I stood there naked, my feet manacled together and conscious of my freakish appearance being shaved and ringed. I stared at my friend and favourite pupil in horror and involuntarily I staggered to my knees. “No …. Brad. No, please Sir. Please don’t do this to him. Please Sir, take your revenge out on me but please don’t do this to Bradley Sir.”

“Very touching coach,” Master sneered. “But I’ve told you young Bradley’s destiny. At least you two are going to get the chance to cement your love for each other. Just in a different way to what you had imagined.” He chuckled.

I looked up at my protégé Brad, strung up before me, his hands chained above him. I could not accept what was going to happen to him. He was dressed in his town rugby training gear. I knew because I regularly went down to training to watch him. He always came over and talked to me, giving me free tickets for the game or arranging a time when we could meet for a drink. Even for a straight guy like me, it was clear that he was a gorgeous hunk of a lad, but he was also a really great guy and I was proud that he still wanted to be my friend after he had left school. We were much more than teacher and pupil. My mind reeled and I shuddered as I considered that statement. It seemed that our future would be much, much more than a teacher-pupil relationship,

He stood on tiptoes in his rugby socks, and I noticed the mud on his face and strong muscled thighs. His shorts and shirt fit tight to his muscled body, making him more difficult to tackle. I noticed sweat patches under his arms and his blond hair was unkempt. He had clearly just finished practice when he was abducted, and had not had chance to change. Probably for the last time in his life, he looked magnificent dressed in his kit: the perfect image of young jock manhood. I shuddered as I realised that he would soon be naked like me.

“Brad, I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking up at him as the tears streamed down my face. “I’m so sorry that he is going to do this to you.”

He was still too drugged to reply. I could tell from his expression that he was following the events, though he clearly did not yet realise his destiny as an animal slave. It must have seemed so surreal to him, seeing me so humiliated and enslaved at his feet.

Sean laughed out loud, looking from me to Brad, and then back to me again.

He stepped up to Brad and ran his fingers down the chiselled front of Brad’s chest. “Time to get you ready for your transformation boy,” he whispered, slowly and menacingly. “We need to get you looking like your dear old mentor now, don’t we boy?”

He turned to me, grovelling on the floor in tears. “Strip him, slave,” he snarled.

I knew that my position was hopeless and I knew that he was deliberately making me strip Brad as it would make me an accomplice in his slavery. I just hoped that Brad would realise that I was also a slave, imprisoned against my will.

Master stepped up to Brad and brandished a pair of scissors, making a cut in the top of his shirt. He nodded at me, and I approached Brad’s shirt. I stood before my star player and looked into his eyes. He stared at me, a look of bewilderment in his eyes, and his mouth tried to form a word.

I started to rip, ripping his shirt down the middle before Master snipped it off at the arms. Brad’s magnificent bare upper torso was before me. His bare chest and abs shuddered with the cold and I noticed the slight trace of hair on his chest, and leading down from his navel into his shorts.

Master nodded at Brad’s shorts and I started to pull them down over his muscled legs, leaving him dressed only in his socks and his jock strap. Then, I started to remove his socks, holding his perfectly formed bare feet in my hands as I removed the rugby socks and placed his foot down on the cold concrete. He was looking more as Master Sean wanted now: less of a man and more a displayed hunk of beef.

I looked at him and wanted to tell him to savour his jockstrap, as he would not be wearing clothes again. With one slow yank, I pulled down his jockstrap and left him hanging naked in all of his glory.

I looked at my star athlete, hanging there naked. I took in his perfect upper body, his beautiful legs and feet and his long thick cock, nestled in a thick bush of pubic hair and low hanging heavy balls. My dick lurched in its prison. For the first time in my life I questioned my sexuality as I looked up at the God in front of me, his sculptured body magnificent and a temple to youthful perfection. I felt love for him: a mix of pity, pride at what he had become and affection. I immediately felt my cheeks redden at the realisation of my perverted thoughts. However, I had to follow Master’s orders and so I prepared myself for an act that would have been unthinkable only yesterday morning. I knelt before Brad, and took his thick cock into my mouth. I held it there and waited, smelling the aroma of teenage jock and feeling Brad’s pubic hair nestling into my nose. I acknowledged my new position in life, and I could only wonder at the mix of emotions going through Brad’s mind as he saw his rugby coach knelt naked before him, his cock in my mouth.

Master came and stood behind me, stood between my legs. His jeans touched my shaved arse and he stood looking into Brad’s eyes.

“Welcome to your new life Bradley !” he sneered and started to rub his hands over Brad’s upper torso. “I wanted you to get undressed and used to your new role as my animal slave. I like your body, slave boy. Will be good to see you toiling naked for me on a daily basis. You see, you wont be wearing clothes again boy. You are destined for naked slavery I am afraid for the rest of your life.”

As I looked up, I saw Brad take in a sharp intake of breath, and a single tear run down his left cheek. “Don’t cry big boy” he taunted, “I know, it’s such a shame that a young man like you has to lose his life as a jock hero so early on. Still, I can assure you that you will still have a useful existence as my beast of burden and my jockboy sex toy. I’m just taking away all those distractions of being a jock so you can use your body for my benefit.”

He placed his hand on my bald head. “Hope you like your new boyfriend Bradley ? As you can see, he is getting to know you very well already. He’s going to get to spend a lot of time worshipping your manly cock, just like he does with mine. Let’s just say we are going to re-define your relationship with your ex-coach. You two are going to get to know each other so well.”

He pushed backwards on my head, so that my face looked upwards, my mouth still holding Bradley’s warm cock inside it. “Don’t you move that cock out of your mouth slut boy,” he snarled. “I will be around this barn doing some preparation work as jock boy comes out of his drugs. If I see that cock out of your mouth, your sorry arse will wish it had never been born.”

“I will be back soon. Time for you, cocksucker, to practice your skills. By the time I return, you will have sucked Bradley to his last orgasm before I transform him into an animal.”

I contemplated the awful words and how perverted my life had become as Master continued, “and when he does cum, you will hold it on your tongue for me to inspect when I return. You do not eat his boyspunk without my permission slave.”

He moved out of the cell and left us there. The former mutual respect that we had - as tough sportsmen, as mentor and pupil, as coach and player - ebbed away by the second as I knelt naked before Bradley’s naked torso. His cock in my mouth, his pubes in my nose and his body slowly recovering and twitching back to life.