Str8 Turn Out Ch. 04: I’ll Do Anything

Suddenly I was starving and realized my only nourishment had been the huge load of Tyler’s cum I had swallowed for lunch! Ugh. It was already getting dark, so I tossed a frozen meal in the microwave and spent the rest of the night zoned out in front of the tube, trying to ignore my very sore ass.

The next morning I felt a stabbing pain when I rolled over to turn off the alarm. Damn I was sore! Coach would be disappointed, but there was just no way I could handle his huge cock again today. Tyler was not going to be happy, but maybe he could take some pride in wrecking my ass.

I hit the can, showered, shaved and got dressed in my black and white uniform. I hoped Coach would like it. I worked online until my noon lunchbreak. Zero hour. I headed out and rang Tyler’s doorbell.

“Right on time!” he beamed when he opened the door to let me in. After he closed the door, he looked me up and down. “Nice outfit, sweetcheeks.” He made a spinning motion with his finger and I did a slow pivot for his inspection. “You look like a fag heading to a black and white party” he smiled. I gave him a blank look that he brushed off. “Let’s go bitch.” He led me inside.

“Umm, Sir?” He turned and glared at me. “I-I’m still really sore from the pounding you gave me yesterday and…”

Coach grabbed my ass and I winced. “Have you already forgotten who owns this ass?”

“No-No, Sir. I’m-I’m just really sore, Sir. Please. I-I’ll do anything else for you, Sir.” I regretted it as soon as it escaped my mouth. That had to be the lamest, most overused porn line of all time. Tyler’s face darkened, then I saw a hint of a smile that almost made me piss my little white shorts.

“Get naked and get in the bathroom.” Coach turned and headed down the hall. I nervously stripped down in the vestibule and followed him inside. “Hands behind your head.”

I gulped but complied. Tyler was holding a hair trimmer and clicked it on. First, he went for my armpit hair. I felt little balls of hair drifting down my sides to the floor. I started to relax. I could easily survive some manscaping. My bush went next. The buzzing vibrations around my tool caused my cock to harden, giving him access to my balls. I was a little heartbroken to see him mow from my crotch up through my treasure trail before buzzing off my chest hair.

Coach then surprised me when he grabbed my arm, pulled it out straight and buzzed off my arm hair. Suddenly I was worried about how far this would go…

My other arm followed. Then I had to put on leg up on the bowl and watch while starting at my ankle he shaved up one leg, over my ass and nether regions and down the other leg. I looked down to see a LOT of itchy stubble pretty much everywhere. I guess it was neater…

Coach pulled a hand broom and a dustpan from under the vanity. “Sweep up the last of your manhood and dump it in the trash, bitch.” Coach left the bathroom and I got down on my knees and started sweeping. Wow! I had no idea I was carrying this much body hair around. It looked like the floor of a barber shop. I finished and dumped the last vestiges of my manhood in the bag in the wastebasket. It looked like someone had dumped a wig in there.

Coach returned with an oven timer, pulled a bottle out of the medicine cabinet and had me hold my arms out. He quickly started to slather a cool lotion that had a hint of a sweet medical smell from my fingertips, up my arms, over my shoulders, across my chest, down to my crotch, down my legs to my toes. Then he had me turn around to do the same down my back and ass to my heels. I naively assumed that it was a lotion to help with the razor burn. Coach set the oven timer. Then the lotion started to tingle and burn a bit. OMG! The penny dropped.

“Sir? I-Is this hair removal cream?”

“Yup. It has to stay on at least five minutes. I like my bitches smooth. Now kneel so I can take care of that unibrow.” I knelt down and closed my eyes while Coach started to pluck the few hairs I had between my eyebrows. Coach seemed to be plucking a lot of hairs in other places too. But I was distracted by the increasing burning sensation all over my body. I was just about to say something when the timer dinged! Coach plucked a few more eyebrow hairs and then told me to get in the shower.

Coach started to hose me down with the shower massager, basically powerwashing the lotion off me. He had me move into different positions so he could hit all the nooks and crannies until he was done. I looked down and was shocked to see my perfectly smooth body. I hadn’t been this devoid of body hair since puberty. Before I could wrap my head around my new look, Coach Tyler was patting me dry with a big towel. My now smooth skin was extra sensitive to the sensation. He pulled me out of the shower and started to smear some flowery smelling lotion on me. “This should help with the burn, so you don’t break out. One of my girlfriends used it. Pat yourself dry after a shower the next few days.”

“Umm, yes, Sir.”

“Here’s something else she left behind for you bitch.” He smiled and tossed something at me.

I caught the wisp of bright royal blue nylon and held it out. “Panties?!” I blushed red all over.

“From now on you’re my pantyboy.” He smiled a shit eating grin. “You’ll be in panties 24/7 from now on.”

“B-But, Sir…” I whined.

“You’re my bitch and bitches are smooth and wear panties.”

“Yes, Sir” I sighed and pulled on the full cut panties. I gasped as the silky nylon slid up my thighs. They felt amazing on my smooth skin. It was like I had ten times as many nerves on my skin. I pulled them up over my ass and crotch which gave me even more of a thrill! They were a bit small and a tight fit, but they almost reached up to my navel. I couldn’t resist running my hands over my pantied butt. In the front my hardening cock was making an obvious bulge. Coach reached out and ran a fingertip from my balls to my cockhead.

“It looks like someone is enjoying her new panties.”

I blushed, he smiled.

“We don’t have much time. Crawl into my bedroom, bitch.”

I obeyed. I crawled down the hall in my new panties to my Master’s bedroom.

“Damn, sweetcheeks! Your ass looks so hot in panties! You were born to be a pantyboy.”

“Umm… Thank you, Sir.” It was so humiliating, smelling like a sissy, crawling down the hall in panties. But I was a panty boy now. Coach was going to make me wear them every day from now on. A shiver went through me at the thought. They felt so good on me as I crawled, that my cock was rock hard. What was happening to me? I felt like my life, my sexuality was spinning out of control. I fell back on my sports training. Trust your coach. Be a good boy, obey your coach and everything will be alright. It HAD to be all right.

Coach ran his hand over my pantied ass once I reached the bedroom. “Get the sweet ass up on the bed pantyboy.” I climbed aboard on my hands and knees. “On your belly, princess.”

Princess…ugh. Coach had me put my hands behind my back, wrist to elbow, then roll over so my forearms were trapped under the middle of my back. My back was arched and Coach slid me forward so my head hung upside down off the edge of the bed.

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