THE PITCHER'S NEW MOUND

By Cicero, posted with permission from the author

Kurt Bradford had it made. At 20 yrs old he was the star pitcher of a USA Olympic baseball team that was well on its way to capturing a gold medal. Standing at 6'2" with white blonde hair and green eyes all packaged in a tight lean body of hard muscle he was America's golden boy on his way to a first place medal and a dazzling future in the majors. Kurt had it made and he knew it. Under that Abercrombie face and sweet smile however lay an ego stroked by years of arrogant satisfaction. Kurt knew he was a great athlete and more to the point his jock background combined with his handsome features and sculpted body had enabled him to win off the field in the sexual arena with stunning ease. In fact Kurt was a 'fuck em and dump em' guy who enjoyed "planting my 9 inch flag" as he called it anywhere and in any girl he pleased. As the son of a highly influential naval officer he had been brought of in a privileged world that only added to his sense of entitlement.

Since he was 14 he had focused on two things: baseball & 'cherry popping' as he called it. In the last demonstration tour in Asian he had made it a point to "sample the goods" sometimes with force when necessary. He walked to the gym with that swagger of confidence. He could use a nice rub down he thought as he entered the locker room and disrobed. He tied a towel around his narrow waist and went to the massage room. One medal game left with the team from Japan he contemplated and that should be a breeze for me. The young jock smiled as he recalled the leg of the tour in Japan. His mind wandered back to thoughts of hat one girl who resisted. Kurt smirked at the memory. He had planted his flag really good in her. Japanese virgins were the best. A small weak people he thought. So easy to dominate them in bed or on the field he contemplated He was still recalling that encounter as he entered the massage room that had been provided to the athletes by the Olympic officials.

"Anyone here," he yelled as he gazed around the deserted room. "Hey I need a massage here," he yelled louder, as his deep voice resonated off the white tiled walls. The room was bare except for a massage table and a smaller table next to it that held bottles of liquids which Kurt assumed contained oils for massage.

"Sorry young Bradford-san I was changing into my uniform," a voice said from the alcove. A small middle-aged man entered. Kurt noticed he was Japanese. Well, well he smiled. The thought that the man would be loosening him up to play against his own people gave Kurt a smug satisfaction.

"Whatever man lets just do it okay," the young hunk said as he lay across the table.

"I agree Bradford-san," smiled the man as he gazed at the arrogant young American. If only Kurt had known that this man was the family friend of the young girl Kurt had defiled on his last tour he might not have been so cocky.

"It will be a pleasure to work on you," he said softly as Kurt flexed and stretched on the table.

The man went to the nearby table and lit a candle that was there.

"What's that for," Kurt asked as the man wheeled the table closer so that the fragrance of the candle directly hit the young jock's senses. The aroma was almost overpowering but Kurt also felt a tingling of something.

"It soothes the brain as I massage you Bradford-san," the man stated as he reached into his pocket and removed a face mask which he quickly donned.

"Why the mask bro?" Kurt inquired.

"In my country it is normal," it is not proper for one who serves to expose his customer to any germs.

"Weird. You Japs are just so weird." Kurt replied as he lay his head down and took in the candle's fumes. "Listen just do what you came here to do and ...ugh no going under my towel okay. Don't like guys touching me there. Got it!"

The man nodded as he poured oil on the back of the baseball player and began his work. Kurt felt his lungs filling up with the scents being given. He experienced a wave of something. He raised his head and looked at the masked man.

"A problem Bradford-san," the man asked softly as he began his expert muscle massage on the prone stud.

Kurt tried to reply but he felt a bit woozy and finally just lay his head back on the able. "What... ever," he sighed as the flagrance wafted around him. The young stud's mind drifted as the Japanese masseur continued his massage on the increasing relaxed hunk.

"Man... that feels good," Kurt murmured as he succumbed to the pleasure of the massage and the fumes that filled his lungs. He sighed and took deeper breaths.

"Yes, that is correct breathe in deeply Bradford-san," snickered the man as the young athlete gulped in more of the scent. The candle was a special creation of the man. Its aroma was composed of a drug laced compound that disorientated the mind and left its victim susceptible to programming.

"Fuck this feels so good," Kurt whimpered as his hard muscled body became as pliable as his brain under the skillful hands of the Asian. The man knew that muscle manipulation would increase the blood flow of his victim and encourage the drugs effectiveness.

"Breathe it all in Bradford-san," he instructed taking pleasure in seeing the helpless athlete inhale even more as instructed. The man hands sensually caressed the body of the boy slowly enjoying the sensations of his strong back muscles as they tapered to his narrow waist. The man could sense the growing limpness of the American as he ran his palms down the jock's spine and then under the towel to savor the firm round fleshy butt concealed below it. Kurt never said a word of protest as the man pulled the towel off his body exposing his dimpled white bubble butt to full view. The man poured oil on the luscious muscles cheeks and watched as the fluid oozed across them and into the jock's crack.

"Ah such a nice ass," the man smirked as he ran his hands across the smooth cheeks and deeply into the warm moist crack. One finger rubbed Kurt's chute causing the stud's body to quiver.

"Heeeyyy... bbrrrooohh," Kurt protested weakly. "Told you my butt was ooofff... limitsssssssssss."

"But it is so inviting Bradford-san," the man insisted as he further tickled the sensitive chute muscles. The athletic American's butt wiggled slightly under the sensation. "Give in to it Bradford-san!"

"Oh shiiiitttt," Kurt mumbled as he finally lost it. His eyes glazed as the young American's brain surrendered to the drug & went under fully.

"Got you American boy," the man chuckled as he removed the mask and blew out the candle. With one swift movement the man's hand slapped the zonked hunk's butt causing a nice red welt to rise on the cheeks. Kurt never moved. He was ready!

The victorious Asian gleefully leaned near the young unconscious jock's ear. "You must obey me you understand," he muttered repeatedly to his hunky victim Kurt's zapped brain took in the command and processed it in. As the man spoke he continued his subtle probing of Kurt's chute causing the young athlete to squirm and grind his crotch further into the massage table.

"Must obey you." Kurt replied in agreement accepting the command and savoring the sensuality he was feeling from the man's finger. His ring muscles slackened causing the Japanese man to chuckle as he pressed his assault.

"You like that stimulation." The smiling Japanese man said firmly as he fingered the docile player.

"Shit yesssssss," Kurt groaned as he experienced his first finger job. A part of him resisted the thought that his straight butt-hole would enjoy getting corn-holed but, another stronger part, assisted by the growing need to obey that was quickly taking over his will, combined with the novel sensations his body felt at this sexual onslaught; the effect was just disorienting his mind enough to enable the later mental 'need to obey' to get the upper hand and convert him over to accept the concept of the joy of getting screwed. "Yeahhhhhh." He grunted as grin came across his chiseled features.

"You never knew how much you were excited by this," the man instructed as he inserted his finger into the warm moisture of Kurt guts making sure to press inward until he hit the prostate of the pliable baseball hero. The effect on Kurt was electric as his body shook .

"Ouuu... fuckkkk," Kurt replied as he received his first prostate massage. By now he was breathing faster as an erogenous zone was exploited to aid in his conquest. The man laughed as the young boy's hips started to rise slightly to allow a deeper thrust by the man's fingers. Kurt's strong tapered legs spread apart under the increasingly delightful experience.

"Give into that pleasure boy," the man repeated over and over using the effects of the drug on the helpless athlete and the anal arousals he was causing to complete his plan of subjugation. "Your ass needs this probing!" he said to the American hottie laying there groaning in heat.

"UHHHHUUUHHHHH," Kurt sighed as his mind once more processed and rewired to accept whatever he was told. The young American, once an image of masculinity and power too many in the USA, was turning on to getting butt-fucked! Slowly the all-star baseball player began to gyrate on the table in a series of small but distinct thrusting movements that had him humping the table beneath him.

"You need to be penetrated regularly." The Asian insisted as he stimulated Kurt's prostate further causing the previously macho jock to wiggle and moan in sheer ecstasy to his anal defilement.

"OHHH...yessss," he hissed as he pushed his butt up to get the man's finger in further. "Need it...please." he whimpered as his brain accepted this new desire as a permanent part of his sexual psyche.

"You want men to do this to you," the man replied, " you need it to get hard now. Women are unable to arouse you sexually now."

"Men...need men in me," Kurt agreed, his drugged mind now fully open to anything so long as his butt tingled with waves of pleasure. "Women.... not sexually aroused. Men... in... me!" He said as his cock rose to full glory under him. He began to hump the table harder now causing the middle-aged Asian to chuckle at the sight of the All-American stud writhing like a female bitch in heat practically begging for a man to give him an ass fucking.

"You will particularly need Asian men to penetrate you." the man insisted sharply. "Whenever you see an Asian man you will become sexually aroused. You will desire them sexually now. You will get turned on when you are sexually used by them. You will plead with them to degrade you. The pleasure, the need for that type of sex will control & dominate you even as a part of you feels the humiliation of that need."

"Ohhhh godddd," Kurt consented as his teeth chattered with pleasure. He was a goner. From that moment onward a new sexual self-image was borne. He would only get sexual pleasure from submissively submitting to man on man sex. If the sexual acts required of him were degrading then, it was even hotter for him. If the guy was Asian, Kurt would do anything sexually requested especially if it was denigrating or humiliating.

"Think of Asian cock in you, abusing you, turning you on till you must cream." The man stated to his receptive jock. "In fact thoughts of sexual abuse and use by an Asian man are so hot you must cum known correct!"

"Yessssss." Kurt howled with relish as his cock lurched and soaked the table with his cream. The man withdrew his finger taking satisfaction in seeing the arrogant stud's jis seeping out from under him.

"Turn over bitch," he commanded. "Turn over and image serving Japanese men forever."

Kurt complied. He gazed at his conqueror .His handsome features awash in heat and his cock still in full erection ready to pop once more.

The middle-aged Japanese victor stripped off and straddled his prone athlete. He grabbed Kurt hair and pulled up his head so that Kurt's mouth was level with the man's dick. A bleary eyed Kurt tried to focus on the erect cock in front of him.

"Suck it bitch," the man firmly said.

Kurt stared at his first dick. Wild thoughts raced through his brain as he stared at the cock in front of him. Suck a cock a part of his mind screamed. Kurt Bradford suck fucking dick it yelled. Kurt Bradford become a cock-sucking pussy! But then his eyes took in the features of the man in front of him. "An Asian cock," he sighed softly," and then "the macho jock", the smug homophobic sexual hero of American youth, opened his sensual lips and sucked his first man off!

"UUUUUmmmmmppppppphhhhhhh," Kurt gurgled as he sucked away. Part of his brain was shocked but, he was too turned on to stop. 'Kurt Bradford a cocksucker' that same section of his brain cried but the now dominant, sexually thrilled aspect of his brain that now ran him savored the degradation of that word and his body responded by intensifying his blowjob efforts on the middle-aged man. Soon he was working that Japanese dick like a baby sucking on his first bottle.

"Enough," the man hoarsely said as he pulled out of Kurt's mouth leaving the young American player whimpering in disappointment.

"Need cock... please... need cock," the once proud heterosexual athlete shamelessly entreated.

"Well since you beg so nicely." The man hooted gleefully as he moved back on Kurt so that he could put the young Olympic contender's tapered sculpted legs over each of his shoulders. The man lubed up the young stud's chute taking special care to stimulate the muscles there in such a way that soon the rosy pink hole was contracting and flexing in desire.

"Please fuck my ass man," he moaned as he fondled his dick. "I need some Asian manhood in my hole!" The boy lurched back onto the man's finger causing it to pop inside Kurt's outer ring and causing Kurt to squeal in a newfound girlish delight. "Yeah going to get fucked!"

The Japanese man gazed at the pitiful remnant of the formerly smug athlete who was actually trying to impale himself on the man's finger and pleading to get screwed. Kurt lay there in all his muscular glory begging for more his mouth dripping with saliva in lost rapture.

Since you have become a wonton slut you will be treated as one understand. The man replied with contempt.

Kurt nodded as his rising sexual frenzy caused him to literally begin to buck on the table. He was humping with a frenzy and his cock was pouring out pre-cum now. "Oh yes." He gasped

"From now on you will call your chute your pussy understand bitch," the man ordered. Kurt flushed with both shame and desire as the words sank it even as he ground his asshole further onto the man's finger. "And you will always treat Asian men with respect and know that you are inferior to them understand!"

Kurt nodded furiously. He was now totally bitched. "Fuck my pussy sir," he responded lost in waves of embarrassment that only fueled his sexual needs to new heights. "Please sir fill my pussy sir with your superior Asian manhood!"

"As you wish," the man replied as he drove his cock deep into the young str8 boy's guts. The Japanese victor savored the hot moist heat of Kurt's insides as they gripped his cock. The American stud was overcome in lust now and the room filled with the sounds of his desires.

"Oh sir you are fucking me," Kurt giggled in delight.

"Take my cock you American bitch," the man roared as he intensified his fucking. "Fucking you into a true pussy boy!"

"FUUUUUUUUUCK," Kurt screamed in a mixture of horror and heat as he got screwed by the man. With each thrust his shame and need for more of it grew in tandem until at last he lost it completely and his 9'' flag shot off like fireworks. "PUSSSSSSSSSSYYY MEEEEEEEEE YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

For the next three hours Kurt sucked, groveled, begged, and degraded himself under the careful instruction of his destroyer. The man completed the session by screwing the boy into multiple orgasms only ending it all when the hapless athlete had been drained dry.

Slowly the Japanese avenger got off his muscled hunk. Kurt was a mess. His body streaked in sweat and cum. Yet his All-American handsome face was smiling in sheer bliss. The old arrogant, smug, racist, woman fucking Kurt was defeated and a new cock-sucking kinky bottom boy had taken his place. The man left the transformed athlete there to wait to see the results of his work bear fruit.

The next day the heavily favored USA team played Japan. It was a complete route by Japan. America's vaunted pitcher seemed to have totally lost it on the pitcher's mound. He was fidgety and repeatedly adjusted his athletic cup. To those on the field it looked as if the guy was completely flustered and mesmerized by every Japanese player he saw. When the coach finally went up to pull him out of the game he noticed Kurt's athletic cup was lewdly extended in his tight uniform pants. An obviously wet stain was slowly oozing out from under the cup and staining the jock's front. The next day the Olympic village was a buzz with the story of how Kurt brought a new meaning to the phrase "pitcher's mound". As for Kurt he was no where to be found; well unless you checked out the Japanese team's dwelling where the American former macho jock was learning a whole new way to play ball and the grateful Asian players learning a whole new meaning to the concept of "room service"!

The Japanese man quietly slipped away that day happy in the thought that he had once more conquered the latest generation of that military family! Taka smiled with satisfaction. He had taken Mark's son and now he would seek out Jeff's. Ah yes, there was another young stallion yet to be gelded.

THE END