This short story is an entry in the 2002 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Not my kink
The characters in this story are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons is entirely unintentional. (Chorus of jeers and a muffled yell of "Yeah, right!").
The place: England Training Camp, Awajishima, Japan. But in a parallel universe. After beating Brazil on June 21
st
, England easily trounce Turkey and must now face Germany in the World Cup final.
What Should Have Been
By
Sswitcher <ssw_itc_her@yahoo.com>
The Swede strode into the locker room after the routine training session, and addressed his team.
"We beat the 'krauts 5-1 last year, so we know we can do it. But to make sure, I think some of you need a dose of my famous special motivation. Beckham, it's time you started using your damn foot instead of just nursing it! Owen, those three goals against Brazil were brilliant, but you need to keep up the good work. And Heskey, you need to stay on top form. I want the three of you outside my office, in five minutes flat."
A few minutes later, England's boyishly attractive striker found himself in the Swede's office, bent over the heavy mahogany desk. Michael Owen hated these motivational spankings. He hated that he was so aroused by them! Hated that his manhood instantly hardened as the ageing Swede put fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.
On this occasion, Ericsson started with a hand-spanking, moving on to use the ruler and then the slipper on Owen's cute young arse, while simultaneously fondling his cock and balls with his free hand. Despite the tears of shame in his eyes, Owen moaned with arousal as Ericsson's skillful fingers finally brought him to a climax as powerful as it was humiliating.
With David Beckham, it was totally different. He always tried to be very stoic to begin with. But Ericsson, with the patience of a stern but loving father, beat him over and over with a heavy fraternity paddle until the great footballer - his backside red and swollen - eventually broke down in a series of much-needed cathartic sobs, releasing all the accumulated stress and tension that go with the captain's job. Ericsson hugged him comfortingly and stroked his hair as the sobs gradually subsided.
Emile Heskey was different again. He made no secret of his unashamed enjoyed of these sessions. He stripped completely without waiting to be asked, and bent willingly over the desk. He sighed with pleasure and his whole body danced with delight as the Swede laid into his back and buttocks with a variety of suede and leather floggers. And the sight of the Heskey's muscular chocolate-brown body writhing under his whips drove Ericsson wild with lust in turn. Finally, desparately in need of his own release after the afternoon's considerable exertions, the Swede took out his rock-hard cock and reached for condom and lubricant as Heskey continued to lie there wriggling his bum acceptingly.
The famous special motivation was most successful. Two short days later, David Beckham held the glorious trophy aloft with one hand and embraced the Swede warmly with the other amid the crowd's deafening cheers in the packed Yokohama stadium after England's historic 7-0 victory in the final.
The End
© Copyright Summer, 2002 Please do not re-post or modify without my explicit permission.
Reviews
Abrat4you <abrat4you(at)aol(dot)com>
I just couldn't get started on this one...I know it's from the not your kink pile...but it's really not mine so I was lost from the beginning...I tried reading it three times...I know if I were not reading this to review, I would have closed it down after the first paragraph...the writing was good, but the subject matter was "not my kink".
Pam <pamiMac(at)aol(dot)com>
Hmmm..not my kink either...and I mean soccer. :) I don't know the people involved so not sure if I got the story but it was nicely written especially for a not my kink story.
Pablo Stubbs <Pablo.Stubbs(at)newsguy(dot)com>
Sven Goran has always seemed a bit of a dark horse to me, so it's no surprise to find out how he gets the best out of the boys. This is lots of fun, but maybe that it's a not-my-kink story is a little more obvious than it ought to be. Still, any story where England win the World Cup works as a fantasy for me, no matter whose, um, rock-hard cocks are involved.
Simon <srb(at)imrryr(dot)demon(dot)co(dot)uk>
Undoubtedly the most bizarre fantasy I've read so far. I'm not remotely interested in football, but even I was amused by this. The little scenes with each player were nicely described. A wonderfully ridiculous premise, I just hope Emile Heskey doesn't lurk on the group !