A gay story: Str8 Turn Out Ch. 12: Into the Fire
Papa Bear returns and everyone’s fate is sealed.
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This is a tale of male-on-male sex with some non-consensual elements including forced feminization, mind control, drug use and hints of non-consensual incest as a young man comes to terms with his evolving sexuality, so if that offends, please look elsewhere. You may want to see previous chapters to understand who the players are and how they descended to this level of depravity.
Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.
I was putting the vacuum cleaner away in Tyler’s closet when I noticed that metal cabinet again. Hmm. Curiosity got the better of me and I felt around on the high shelves and sure enough found a key! I expected that there would be just some files and important papers inside and I was not surprised when I opened it to see some binders inside marked PANTHERS with years on them. It seemed odd that Coach would keep his old team records here at Tyler’s place. Out of curiosity I pulled the binder out for my year and flipped it open.
HOLY SHIT!
As I flipped through it, I realized that Tyler and Coach had spent years seducing his former players into gay sex! There was the old team photo that had red X’s on some guys faces to denote that they were straight. Over my head was a note “SISSY” OMG. Logan was listed as a “TOP FAG”, Dillon was a “BTM FAG”. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw the notations next to so many of my old smiling teammates. “CD”, “CKSKR”, “FT SLV”, “PIG”, “JOS”. I was stunned. First, I couldn’t believe that so many of my old teammates were anything but 100% straight, but I had a hard time imagining the guys I thought I knew having deeply kinky secret sex lives.
A quick flip through the book left my jaw open. There was a tab for each player that had been turned. That was Tony in drag sucking cock, Jimmy our goalie in a toilet stall sucking cock through a gloryhole while stroking another one poking through the other wall, Kenny our forward in just a black jockstrap in a sling surrounded by leathermen, college age Logan and Dillon making out in a dark corner of a gay bar, our team captain Jack on his hands and knees in just a jock, collar and leash while he sucked happily on a black man’s feet!
Of course, there were plenty of shots of “SISSY CHRISSY” in panties sucking cock, my boudoir shots from yesterday in my faggy pink and white soccer uniform, on my knees dressed as a cheerleader sucking Logan and Dillon, etc.
HOLY SHIT.
It hit me like a sledgehammer.
I had been collected…
I slowly dropped to my knees as that realization broke over me. The Johnson boys had “collected” me the same as they had “collected” so many of my former teammates. But why…? There was no indication of blackmail…at least not for money. No, this was just a twisted power trip by our former coach and his son to turn out as many of his former players as possible.
It had obviously been no accident that Tyler had moved into the apartment next door to me. I guess he was going to try seducing me, but then when he heard me being fucked through the bedroom wall, my fate had been sealed. I might as well have presented my ass to them with a big pink bow on it!
I started leafing through all the other binders in the cabinet and found page after page of photos of young jocks going down on hard cocks or taking it up the ass. Most were just straightforward gay sex, but a lot involved heavy kinky sex. Pictures of a handsome stud in a bukkake scene with his face glazed with loads from multiple cocks, a pretty young man in full drag with his ruby red lips sucking a big black cock, a trim dude tied spreadeagle to a bed with rows of clothespins running down his sides from his elbows to his knees, a guy drinking piss, a guy in stockings being spit-roasted by cocks I recognized as belonging to Coach and Tyler, it went on and on…
I found no solace in not being alone in having been targeted and seduced into kinky gay sex by Coach and Tyler. But had I been? Had it not been for that initial encounter months ago at that new bar, I wouldn’t have ever looked online for a hookup with Papa Bear, so Tyler wouldn’t have heard Papa Bear fucking me, so Tyler and I would never have hooked up and I would never have been fucked by my old Coach…so how did I and so many others end up in their clutches?
Then I realized that Coach and Tyler weren’t hunters tracking their prey like wolves, they were opportunists like crocodiles, just lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike. Tyler had lain in wait right next door and latched onto me just when I was the most vulnerable after my first gay encounter. Then I remembered that Coach had accused me of always having been a cock tease and how he had always wanted to fuck my cute ass. That’s when I realized that Coach was an apex predator. Every year he was presented with a new herd of potential prey. He would size us up hungrily, like tasty desserts spinning in a pie case, deciding which of us would be devoured. Then he would decide which of us had the right potential but needed just a bit of coaching to steer us down the right path. In my case, that was assigning me sprints and sets of lower body weight exercises that beefed up my eighteen-year-old ass to make it more fuckable when he finally got a crack at it. Ever since Coach started training me, I had been focusing on my ass. Not just in my workouts, but when it came to my clothes, I had always looked for underwear, shorts and jeans that would accentuate my butt. I remembered my drawers full of “male lingerie” as I now thought of all the nylon and spandex “workout gear” that I had purchased to draw men’s attention to my butt. How many hours had I spent looking over my shoulder admiring my glutes in a mirror, especially after a good workout. OMG. Coach was right, I WAS a cocktease! I just never realized what I truly needed until that guy that picked me up in that bar had done what so many men had wanted to do and breached my virgin ass pussy. Had I been a cocktease before Coach had taken me under his wing and started training me?
Had Logan and Dillon even been friends before Coach had paired them up? Coach never called on one without the other on the field. They had both had the same thin builds back then, but now Logan was a beefy top and Dillon was a trim bottom boy. Had Coach spotted those tendencies in them, or had he groomed them for their current roles and just waited for the two oversexed young jocks to experience a just-curious moment?
What about the picture of Tony sucking cock in drag? He’d always had straight longish hair and a thin build. Coach was always on him about watching his weight, because he claimed that he had seen skinny guys balloon up later in life. Coach had assigned him to do a lot of aerobics to “keep it tight and lean”. Coach had given Tony white silky spandex tights and a long-sleeved top to keep warm on chilly practice mornings. I could only imagine how small a step it would have been for Tony to try slipping into his sister’s lingerie for his just-curious moment.