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10 hours ago, ericbb99 said:

If you guys are liking this, let me know. Hard to find the time to write it all out, but I'll tell the rest of the story if you're enjoying it and want to know what happens! Thanks! Happy jerking!

Hell yes please keep going.You might as well be writing about what I wish had happened to me as a kid, you've even got the name right.

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Part 6

I was hard the whole way back to my dorm room, still in my baseball uniform. It wasn't as bad as I expected. He was fucking perfect. So hot. So dominant. I would have done anything he wanted. I was honestly kind of happy he was going to take my virginity--a foregone conclusion at that point. At least I'd have a good story. But I was also scared, especially about it being raw. I decided I'd try to talk him out of that later and I felt a little bit better.

When I got back to my dorm, I took a shower and laid down naked on my bed. I opened my email and found one from Michael. It had a screenshot of the pics and video he'd just taken of me, attached to an email. I was confused. Then I saw who the email was addressed to... my dad. And I saw a message come through on Grindr. "Just to be sure you don't pussy out," he said. "Don't think I won't send it." My heart sunk.

I told him I would follow through, and he replied, "Good, I thought up our next game. Right now, you have to suck me off, then suck a few of my friends. Not the worst thing ever. But I want to make it way worse for you. Tonight, you'll meet me to doll a dice. If it's an odd number, we don't add anything to your list. If it's even, then you have to come with me to the bath house Saturday night." 

That night I went to my dad's house (he lives about 25 minutes from my school). We were watching a game on tv and I felt my phone buzz. "Go to your childhood room." I got nervous and walked to the back of the house. On my bed was a dice with the 2-side up and a sign that said, "I rolled for you, bitch."

(to be continued...)

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(Part 7)

I didn't hear from him again that night. I went back out to the living room and watched the Rangers lose on tv. I tried not to think about how he got in there. And if I'm being honest, I fantasized a little about what the bath house would be like. I went back to my dorm late that night and jerked off.

In the morning I had a message on Grindr, "I don't just want to fuck you. I want to hurt you." It sent chills down my spine. "What do you mean," I asked. And he gave me my third task, "On Saturday night, I'm going to string you up by your wrists naked, and I'm going to beat you with a belt. I'm going to beat the shit out of you too. Not like the pussy guys in so-called "rough" porn these days. You're going to bring the belt. I want it to be one of your dad's. The thickest leather belt he's got in his closet. You get 50 lashes. But here's where you come in... for every time you jerk off today, I'll take one off the number. But you have to send me video of you eating your load. If you can manage to jerk off 10 times today, that means you only get beat 40 times and I get 10 videos of you licking your cum off the floor."

"I don't know about that," I said. But he quickly replied, "This isn't a fucking negotiation, boy. Get to stroking."

As I looked down, my dick was hard as a rock. I stroked one out pretty quick. This wouldn't be too hard, I thought. I set up my phone and hit record and licked my cum off the floor. I'd never tasted it before. Salty, kind of like chlorine. A weird taste. I didn't love it. But I figured I'd get used to it pretty quick. I sent it to him, and he replied back, "Good boy. Now only 49. ;)"

I jerked off every chance I got that day. Once more before going to class. Twice in the bathroom stall at school. Three times back at my dorm before baseball practice. After practice, I had to take care of a couple things, and I ended up being the last one in the locker room. I was in the shower thinking about my day, and started to get a little bit hard--not that I had much cum left in me. I peeked out of the big, open shower room to make sure there was no one there. And I turned away from the door and began to stroke as discreetly as I could. But as I got near the end, I let out a groan as I came on the shower wall. I got on my knees, licked it off. And then turned to go find my phone and get a picture of the cum on my face. But as I turned, I saw my coach peeking around the corner. He quickly pulled back and probably thought I didn't see him, but I did. I got the pic, threw some clothes on, and out of there as fast as I could.

Back at my dorm room, I kept stroking. But I found myself thinking about my coach. Late thirties. Played major league baseball. So fucking hot. He was single. Maybe he was gay. Who knows. But he was my type. And would make for some good fap material that night. I had a long way to go.

I jerked off three more times that night, but on the last one nothing came out. And I was sore and exhausted, and my dick hurt. My dick had never hurt from jerking off too much before. I didn't even know that was possible. I gave up and went to bed, discouraged.

The message I had in the morning just said, "39 it is. You're going to regret not working harder, boy. I'm going to enjoy watching you scream."

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14 hours ago, ericbb99 said:

(Part 7)

I didn't hear from him again that night. I went back out to the living room and watched the Rangers lose on tv. I tried not to think about how he got in there. And if I'm being honest, I fantasized a little about what the bath house would be like. I went back to my dorm late that night and jerked off.

In the morning I had a message on Grindr, "I don't just want to fuck you. I want to hurt you." It sent chills down my spine. "What do you mean," I asked. And he gave me my third task, "On Saturday night, I'm going to string you up by your wrists naked, and I'm going to beat you with a belt. I'm going to beat the shit out of you too. Not like the pussy guys in so-called "rough" porn these days. You're going to bring the belt. I want it to be one of your dad's. The thickest leather belt he's got in his closet. You get 50 lashes. But here's where you come in... for every time you jerk off today, I'll take one off the number. But you have to send me video of you eating your load. If you can manage to jerk off 10 times today, that means you only get beat 40 times and I get 10 videos of you licking your cum off the floor."

"I don't know about that," I said. But he quickly replied, "This isn't a fucking negotiation, boy. Get to stroking."

As I looked down, my dick was hard as a rock. I stroked one out pretty quick. This wouldn't be too hard, I thought. I set up my phone and hit record and licked my cum off the floor. I'd never tasted it before. Salty, kind of like chlorine. A weird taste. I didn't love it. But I figured I'd get used to it pretty quick. I sent it to him, and he replied back, "Good boy. Now only 49. ;)"

I jerked off every chance I got that day. Once more before going to class. Twice in the bathroom stall at school. Three times back at my dorm before baseball practice. After practice, I had to take care of a couple things, and I ended up being the last one in the locker room. I was in the shower thinking about my day, and started to get a little bit hard--not that I had much cum left in me. I peeked out of the big, open shower room to make sure there was no one there. And I turned away from the door and began to stroke as discreetly as I could. But as I got near the end, I let out a groan as I came on the shower wall. I got on my knees, licked it off. And then turned to go find my phone and get a picture of the cum on my face. But as I turned, I saw my coach peeking around the corner. He quickly pulled back and probably thought I didn't see him, but I did. I got the pic, threw some clothes on, and out of there as fast as I could.

Back at my dorm room, I kept stroking. But I found myself thinking about my coach. Late thirties. Played major league baseball. So fucking hot. He was single. Maybe he was gay. Who knows. But he was my type. And would make for some good fap material that night. I had a long way to go.

I jerked off three more times that night, but on the last one nothing came out. And I was sore and exhausted, and my dick hurt. My dick had never hurt from jerking off too much before. I didn't even know that was possible. I gave up and went to bed, discouraged.

The message I had in the morning just said, "39 it is. You're going to regret not working harder, boy. I'm going to enjoy watching you scream."

DAMN! So hot.... You are a hellofa writer, cannot wait for the next part!

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