Perverts 'R' Us

The Swim Coach - Part 5

By Kev Richards ( M/b, rape, voy )

Wow... I am up to 5 parts now. OK... When I started this I never figured I would go this high but once again I am horrible by going into details all the time. I am sorry for that but it is how I remember it. OK, so let's start it up.

Part V

About 4 weeks after my encounter with Jeff, things were pretty normal - well, as normal as a horny 8-year-old sex slave could get. Sometimes I would get home and Steve would yell at me to go upstairs, which I did. He would only get a few moments alone with me, so he would check my butt plug (which I was getting pretty used to by now) and maybe he would make me suck him. But other than that my mom was home almost all the time.

Things at school were normal, if not better. Since Steve started making me call him "Sir" all the time, I was accidentally doing that to my teachers at school. Everyone thought I was being very polite and they all told my mom at a PTA meeting. She was very impressed and asked me where I learned to speak that way. I told her I just learned it, and then she said that Steve must have taught me. If only she knew. Needless to say that impressed her and she even suggested that I spend more free time with Steve. Wow.

About a week later, my mom started to see this one guy. He did not like kids and I guess my mom did not care about that. She told him about me, but also said that I would not meet him and that I had to be either very quiet when they were in the apartment or be stuck in my room. Well she must have mentioned something to Steve because he offered to watch me whenever she needed "alone time." My lessons started up again.

The first night that I had to sleep upstairs with Steve took me back to the classroom and had me remove my clothes again. I had taken off my shirt and pants I sat on the blood-stained bed and there was another binder lying in front of me. The page was turned to a kid that looked like he was about my age but it was taken a long time ago. The kid had long hair and wide collar on his shirt. The photo was color, but off. Next to it was a class photo of a 4th grade class 1961, and mid-way up was the same kid on the side of the row where you could see his left fist that had his thumb sticking out under his middle finger.

"Do you think he is cute?" Steve asked as I was looking at the full class picture.

"I guess. He is older than me though" I said as I turned the page and saw the same 4th grader in a swimsuit but it was in a small bedroom. The boy was taking off his suit and it was about halfway off.

"Do you want to see more of him?"

I nodded.

Turning the page the boy was leaning back on the bed with his hole showing and his legs spread apart. The next photo had the boy still on the same bed but an older guy next to him. You couldn't see above the guy's beer belly, but the kid's head was being impaled on the guy's cock with the older guy holding the kid on his cock.

The next photo shows the kid with his face in a pillow and two fingers jammed up his ass The kid was in discomfort about not crying. I was mesmerized. These were like the first photos of a kid that was not in a magazine or a kid that looked like any of the kids in the neighborhood.

"That is me and my daddy." Steve said while keeping me close, like we were looking at a normal family photo album. Turning the page you see the boy with tears in his eyes as a cock is halfway inside him.

"See? I was trained just like you are being trained. Do you understand?" I nodded and realized that Steve once was a kid like me too, a kid that was scared of not making his teacher happy.

"I see that you like this stuff" as he started to fondle my hard cock. "Well I do too, and I need you to help me."

I got up and Steve turned me around so I was facing the bed. He pressed me down so I was now on my knees and my body was resting on the bedding the book was flipped to the kid in the same position as me with his face forcing to face the camera. His daddy was deep inside him and then I felt the tug of the plug being pulled out of me. Soon I felt Steve's finger press into me and soon Steve aimed his lubed snake and started to press in. I bit my lip and my face crunched up. Then I heard a click.

During this whole time I never noticed but there was a camera on a tripod and the position of the camera was exactly the position of how the photo was taken. Yes, the room was different, but my god, even the old day bed was the same. Steve had taken a picture of me just like his dad had taken a picture of him. I just stared at the camera as Steve kept pumping and pumping then one final ram in and his seed went straight back to my soul.

Soon he pulled out of me and told me that we are going to be the same. And whenever I have my picture taken I must always have my thumb in my fist with the tip of my thumb sticking between my ring finger and my middle finger. This would be a sign to all guys like my trainer that I am being trained to become one of them. I just nodded and he removed himself from my body and replaced the plug.

"See buddy, I have been making you a book, do you want to see?" I nodded and he reached for a binder off the shelf that had my name on the end. Opening it up to the front was a picture of me and my mom. We had just moved in and I was watching the boxes go into my apartment; Steve took this from the shadows.

Another picture showed me playing at the playground, then another one of me at the pool. This was even before my mom knew Steve. The second picture was of me and my best friend, and then of my Kindergarten picture that was cut out of a yearbook.

Soon the next picture was of me on my first day of swim team, and which would be the first time Steve started touching me. Then the next picture showed me in the room the first time by myself playing with the toys in the closet. Steve must have hidden a camera in that room.

The next picture showed me naked in the doggy style position with my asshole open up wide with white stuff coming out. It was when my cherry was broken - the first time I remember Steve taking my picture.

"Do you like your pictures?" he said to me.

I looked at them and saw how red my asshole was from that first time and reached down and felt it now. It did not hurt as bad now. Also Steve was right when he first did me, telling me that I would like it. Then I looked at him.

"I really like them, Sir."

Steve reached over and hugged me tight.

Over the next few days I had to dress up and get my picture taken by Steve. Sometimes they were of me in a Boy Scout uniform, other times just in my swimsuit, or nothing at all just of me lying down in front of a bearskin rug.

Other photos were more graphic. I had gotten used to seeing Steve with his camera taking my photo while my mouth was wrapped around his cock or his fingers deep inside me. But for every photo, he made sure he took a picture of my fist with my thumb. This I would learn would become his signature.

Steve then would use the dark room and develop the pictures and put them in my binder. Soon I noticed that he had about 14 other binders on his shelf and I asked him about them.

"Well you know you are not my first special friend right?" he told me.

I had never really thought about any other boys like me being with him, but I just nodded.

"Hey bud, you will learn that you start making seed you have to spread it and teach other young boys about their bodies. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said as it was soaking in.

"Do you want to see the other boys?" he said as he reached for a binder with the name Jeremy on the binder.

He sat me down on the bed and opened to the first page.

Jeremy was in the 3rd grade class of 1976 and had blond hair and freckles that covered his whole neck. The next few pictures were candid and a few with his mom and him. One picture had him playing basketball and then at the pool. One of the pictures showed him bent over at the pool pulling down his swimsuit in the locker. Almost like he was caught just changing.

"Jeremy was my first boy I taught. My daddy told me how to meet boys and at this time I was 20 years old."

"What happen to your dad, Sir?" I asked

"Well he left me when I got hair down there" he pointed to my crotch. "But he taught me that all boys get hair and that means they are ready to meet younger boys as well. You will do all this when you get older, too."

The next picture showed Jeremy shirtless, holding a teddy bear and staring into the camera. Then the next few showed him in various modes of undress. Then you see a young Steve fully naked standing by Jeremy that had his mouth wrapped around Steve's cock. Next page showed Jeremy face down on the bed with his ass bleeding and white cum coming out of his hole. I raised my finger and put it where his hole was remembering that I had something in common with him. The next few pictures showed Jeremy older and of course he had his fist made just like Steve taught me.

"So, what happen to him?" I asked

"He and his mom moved away when he was 11, but he called me when he was 13, telling me he had a little brother now," Steve said, while cracking a smile.

For the next 3 hours he pulled down binders that showed boys on the end of his cock, or Steve sucking them. Total count he had taught over 15 different boys. I was number 16.

Over the next months things stayed the same. Mom would be in and out with boyfriends, Steve would usually know when my mom had left even for a second and would call me upstairs to use my mouth or show me more magazines or binders over men and boys.

Soon I turned 9 years old and my mom still had not found Mr. Right. I adored Steve now, and he was my master. I had gotten used to piss and was even drinking my own when I could get away with it. I also had gotten used to my butt plug, too. That it was almost too second-nature and sometimes I did not realize I had it inside me when I went to the pool or someplace that someone might see it.

As Steve also said, I started to notice my friends a lot more in the shower. Or I would get close to them when they were pissing. Sometimes I would even go to the other side of the school just to see a little kindergartner using the toilet. I was starting to turn into a monster.

I told Steve that I was having strong feelings for boys, but he said that I was not ready yet. He told me that since I am now 9 years old I need to learn about sex. I know it sounds weird, but the fact is I needed to know about sex with girls. So far I been exposed to boys, but he wanted to make sure I knew why girls existed and what they have instead of a penis.

Just like the boys he had magazines of little girls. I was amazed by seeing them with no penis and just a hairless slit. Sometimes they would spread their legs apart and you could see inside, and see another hole. Steve told me that a boy puts his penis in there only to make a baby. Girls are only meant for making babies and that is why they are different.

One night my mom convinced Steve that she had another date and needed alone time with him. So Steve took me off her hands and we were upstairs in the classroom while my mom was out.

"Have you ever seen your mom naked?" Steve asked me once.

"Yes Sir, when I was really young she used to make me take a shower with her."

"Did you see her pussy?"

"I don't remember, Sir," I said, looking at the new magazines of man/boy sex.

"Do you want to see your mom naked?"

This got my attention. I mean I had seen naked women pictures before, but never thought about my mom. For some reason I started to get hard and Steve smiled.

"I have a secret to tell you and I think you are old enough to know." Steve said sliding over to the TV on the table hooked up to a VCR. "Watch this"

He turned on the VCR and the TV and I saw my mom's room last week sometime. The room was empty but then I see her come in and another guy that I only met briefly. They were both all over each other and soon my mom's shirt was off and her bra was totally off. He was sucking her tits and stepping out of his jeans.

I know I should be appalled by many things here. One, my mom was in her own little porno with this guy, and second, where was this camera? I mean my mom must have never known about it. And why would Steve save this on videotape. But for some reason, and later I would know, he was my master and whatever he wanted, he got.

Soon my mom was without pants and I was getting turned on by seeing the camera angle. It looks like it was installed behind the mirror. The guy took off his underwear and his huge cock stuck out. This turned me on more... then I saw my mom flip over on her stomach and got into doggy position. Soon the guy aimed, and by the look on my mom's face she was taking it all, just like her son had.

Soon, after about 5 minutes of fucking the guy obviously came and he got off her. Both lay on the bed and soon the guy disappeared from the camera. I saw him get his pants back on and then he left my mom on the bed. She got up and put on her bathrobe. The tape stopped.

"Did you like seeing your mom naked?" Steve asked as he was rubbing my cock.

"Not really too much, Sir. I liked how you could see them doing it," I said, expecting to be punished for giving the wrong answer.

"That's my boy. You should never touch mom or a girl. Did you like seeing that guy fuck?" he smiled as he was rubbing my hard cock more.

"Yes, Sir," I smiled because I answered right.

"Are you angry that I have a camera in your mom's room?"

After thinking about it, no, I thought it was cool. Kind of like spying only you can never get caught.

"No, it is cool" I said truthfully.

Then he pulled out the tape and got another one. This one had last year written on it, and he put it in the VCR and pressed "Play".

Sure as shit my room was in view. It showed me waking up from last year and going to the bathroom for about 15 minutes. Then it showed me pulling out the butt plug and putting it behind my desk. That is how he knew I did not have it in me that day.

The next videos showed me naked humping the bed, or just sleeping. Once again where I should feel angry I didn't. I thought it was cool.

"You'll like this" he said as he pressed fast forward on the VCR, and then stopped the tape.

After hitting play, the TV showed our bathroom downstairs it had an excellent view of the toilet and then Jeff came in. I think this was about a month after we touched him. It showed him pulling down his pants all the way and aiming his little penis into the toilet and letting go. I was mesmerized by the footage and seeing his stream. I wanted to touch him again, no matter what my master said. Then Steve paused the tape.

"I think I know what you want for your birthday now." He opened up one of the desk drawers in the room and pulled out a small camera.

The camera was one of those that looked like a small spy camera. No flash, manual film advance. The view finder was a flip-up plastic square. The shutter button was on the right side of the camera and the film advance was on the left. Nothing special and would be considered the 1980's version of the disposable camera.

"I want you to take as many spy pictures of you friends in the bathroom or locker room with this, OK?" he said with a smile.

"Yes, Sir," I answered. This was my first camera and I loved the thought of seeing my friends naked too. So this was the start of my voyeurism fetish.

Soon we heard the basement door close and two people laughing. Steve smiled at me and ejected the tape and put a new one in. He then hit a few buttons on the box under the monitor and I saw my mom's room once again. Soon she came stumbling in and within 5 minutes had a cock in her mouth. I saw that Steve was watching this intensely stroking himself. I then got between his legs and me and my mom both were sucking cock at the same time.

During that next few months I would try to take as many pictures as I could. As soon as I filled up the camera, Steve would have a new roll ready for me. He had started to develop them and made a separate binder. Of course the pictures were not great. Some were blurred, others were too dark. But soon I found the best way of doing it was just simply have the camera out while you pissed and as soon as another boy stood next to me aim and shoot.

Sometimes it was even easy to get pictures of my friends. They all thought the camera was empty while we played truth or dare, or strip porker. So I got quite a collection of porn before I was even 10. Pretty good, huh?

Around this time Steve started to talk to me about how boys and men have sex, that there are only two real ways. The first way is the way I was taught. It was when the man seduces the boy or tricks him. The second way is more risky but has to be done sometimes. It is raping or forcing the boy.

I knew what rape was since I have heard the news, but Steve told me that I needed to learn more about it and he pulled down another binder. This one was marked, "How to get the boy". Once again the text was in German and the pictures were mostly black and white from the 60's and 70's.

The first section showed a boy, maybe about 10 or 11 he was walking into a guy's house. The next picture showed the dark haired boy and the man, both smoking (what later Steve told me was pot, a very good relaxant). Next few pictures were of the same thing I have seen before. Man's hand down the kids pants. Pants off, underwear off, man sucking boy, boy flipped over with fingers in ass, then finally man rammed. Sorry for the quick description, but I am sure you all know the pictures I am talking about by now.

The second sets were more disturbing. Same guy, but the next boy was about my age and he was at the park. It shows the man with a camera (a second camera man must have been there) and he was taking pictures of a kid on the jungle gym. The next photo showed the picture he took. It was a cute boy maybe 8 or 9 stretched out so you could see his navel. Hell I was even getting hard looking at it now. The next picture showed the boy riding his bike on a gravel road and the van is following. The next showed the boy, tied up in the back of the van with a gag and a blindfold. His hair was messed up, blood coming out of his nose and scraped.

Steve explained to me that the men had forced him off the road and then picked him up, taking his bike and everything.

The next picture showed a bottle of something called Chloroform and it was being poured onto a rag. Next showed the boy struggling with it over his mouth but then it showed him knocked out.

Then they had him in a room with a bed and it showed the man cutting off the kid's shorts with a pair of scissors. The boy was naked now and still knocked out. Soon his hands were handcuffed to the bedpost while his legs had rope tied to both ankles and secured to the foot of the bed.

The next picture showed the boy's face being forced to suck the man's cock. He was waking up and soon he was fully awake. The next page showed the boy fighting back, but there were now welt marks on his naked body from a belt. Soon his eyes were just open and you could see the lump in his throat of the man's cock. The next showed his legs over his head, tied to the headboard with the guy rubbing the crack of the boy's ass. The man was right next to him, saying something in the boy's ear and the boy was visibly crying.

Soon the man was between the legs of the boy and was aiming. The next photo showed the boy arching his back and was in pain.

The next page showed the boy lying on his side with cum and blood leaking out and next to that was a picture of the boy still naked in the back of the van. He looked knocked out again. Then was just a picture of the bike and the boy lying next to it in a ditch.

"Is he dead?" I asked.

"No, they just made sure that he could never tell the cops who did this. Because their cops are just like ours, they do not like when men touch boys because they were never touched."

I nodded and looked back at the brutal rape pictures. I felt a bit of sorrow for the kid, but also turned on. I was thinking how having that much power over another person is mind-blowing.

Steve must have been reading my mind and told me that he had to do that a couple of times and then he reached under the bed and pulled out a book full of pictures of other boys (not the same ones that he had binders for).

In those binders he showed Mexican boys, and other boys that had the look of fright in their eyes. Another picture of Steve standing over them with a leather ski mask on and tears in their eyes. Soon another picture showed another boy that is about 12 with a ball gag in his mouth and Steve's hard cock buried up into him. The next picture was taken on the bed in the classroom and showed the boy's ass leaking blood and cum right on the spot that was stained.

I was amazed that Steve did this.

"Were you going to do this to me?" I asked, almost scared to know the truth.

"Yes, If you were not going to give me what I wanted then I was going to force you," Steve said with a straight face.

I continued looking at the photos with amazement. Soon I found myself wanting to be one of those boys. And then I felt Steve tell me it was time for class to be over. I got dressed and went downstairs, thinking about all the pictures that he showed me.