Hey I was the hotshot quarterback on a team in the superbowl finals. The "golden boy with the arm". Hero to all those young kids. I stood at 6 ft. 2 inches of hard sculpted muscle, 28 yrs old with brown hair and green eyes and , as the papers claimed, drop dead looks with a killer smile. I also packed a 9 incher with a set of twin globes that was the wet dream of alot of women. Yeah, the future was mine or so I thought till I crossed paths with a leatherman who inducted me into a whole new game! It started like this.

That year we played the bowl game in a stadium that was built in the heart of one of America's inner cities. My team played great and I was on fire --hell we clobbered the opposing team. We were the champs and I was the king! The post game party at the stadium was out of control and --okay I admit it --I was handling a cool buzz of some fine liquor. I'd been eyeing up this chick who was one of the invited guests and decided to give her a thrill at my hotel to keep up my reputation . So, I tell her where to meet me (no need to give the press a new story by walking out together ), then I tell everyone I was taking a two days off and that I'd see them at home in time for the big parade. Then ,I leave by a back door to get to my car. Now this stadium was filled with tunnels leading to who knows where and in my condition the old brain was not in the best shape to figure correct directions . The next thing I know I'd taken a series of turns and found myself in some tunnel in an abandoned part of the stadium . I realized my mistake but, as I turned to leave, I hear this moaning noise from a room off to the side. Well, I go to the door and look in .Imagine my surprise to see these two guys getting it on! One guy was dressed in these tight leather pants --hell it must have been sprayed on him . He was about 6ft. 3 inches of solid muscle. . He looked about 38 or so, with buzzed blond hair . He had on some type of leather strap that crossed a powerful chest. The other guy was naked and kneeling with a hardon before this first guy.

"What are you, " the buzzed blond barked at the kneeling guy.

"Your pussy sir, " he stammered. The blond guy--who was a goodlooking guy for a freekco just laughed and pointed to his crotch which in those tight pants clearly showed that he was built in that department as well. Without a word spoken the kneeling guy starts licking the blonde's crotch through the guys fucking pants! I mean he is going to town licking like a dog and moaning in sexual heat . You could feel it so much that I started sweating and got dry in the throat. Hell I was rooted to the spot watching them go at it! Fuck, it was hypnotic!

"That's my nice girl " the blond sneers causing the other guy to get a real boner, "now you're behaving!"

Hell this was fucking far out! I couldn't breathe and tried to snap out by inhaling deeply. They must have heard me cause they both turned .As they did I could see the naked guy turn pale and his dick, which had been hard, wilted like a deflated balloon. He got to his feet , picked up a pile of clothes , and ran past me leaving just me and the guy in the pants.

"Hey I know you ." he said smiling as if nothing like what I saw had happened and we had just met in the street," You're the quarterback on the winning superbowl team. Hey man you were really hot."

Well, my minds on what I had seen and now I'm hot to "sack" that woman waiting for me and put behind me this strange feeling I had gotten watching them .Besides who has time for some faggot, "get lost you dicksucker", I grumble." Go find you're girlfriend."

"Who do you think you are treating me like a punk!" he yells.

"Fuck you pussy , you're dealing with a real man." I reply turning to walk away.

"Quarterback, " he says " since you ruined my fun I figure you owe me. Looks like you're the pussy tonight" .

Well, this really burns me. ME HIS PUSSY. Fuck him I'm the biggest cunt man in the league. I walk up to him ready to lay this faggot out. I swing but, he ducks and before I can reposition to swing again he throws a punch to my stomach so hard the air rushes out leaving me doubled over. As I'm gasping for air this guy then calmly lifts my face with his left hand so that I'm staring into these ice blue eyes and gives me a right uppercut that cleans my clock and spells lights out.When I awake I'm still in the room with my arms tied to overhead pipes. As to the fog in my mind gets clearer I realize --HELL I"M NAKED !!

He's standing in front of me all smiles, "I'll give you this boy you're a hot number" , running his hands up and down my body feeling my muscles real slow." Should look better though after a little shaving. I like my boys real smooth"

"Shaving...your boy.... what the fuck are you talking about you asshole " I yell but, I no soon finish saying that when the bastard hauls off and slaps me so hard my head spins. He then grabs my balls with his hand .

" First lesson jockboy,"he says soft but mean, " my boys act real polite or I discipline them real fast!" He squeezes my nuts.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"' I roar in agony "Please..... my nuts ...please man ......"

"MAN", he yells and closes his fist on my sack till I see stars." How about some respect!"

"AAAAHHHHHH.......oh god .......yes sir ...yes sir....anything you want."

"Because, " he says with a smile and I know what he means. His grip loosens and I gasp for air, "well tell me what you are "

"Anything you want sir" I spit out knowing what he wants to hear, "......because I'm just your ..your.......YOUR BOY SIR!!" I had said it. He starts to laugh while I drop my head in shame . I had told some guy he could fucking use me like some cheap bitch.

"Okay BOY, " he replied emphasizing the last word to drive the point into me, "now lets work on that hair of yours .A young pup like you shouldn't be covered with a man's fur." He goes to a corner of the room and comes back with a bowl of water. some soap, and a straight razor. Slowly , he starts on my chest. I can feel the cold metal scrapping off my hairy chest. As he gets to my nipples he fingers them with his thumb and forefinger. It tickles so much I squirm. I look up to see him smile at me . He starts to twist them and I let out some air--or was it a moan--I look down and see that they are hardening in his grip. I feel a familiar tingling in my cock and it takes all my concentration not to get aroused. I mean how could I be aroused right? Luckily he stops his tweaking them and finishes shaving my chest. Next, he goes for my arms and my pits. He towels me off and I feel the cold air against my now nude chest and upper body. He steps back to admire "his work".

"Nice. Real nice but lets get the rest." he states. He lathers my legs and in what seems like seconds finishes scrapping them bare."now your boy crotch, "

"Wait man ...I mean please sir,"I whine my voice cracking like a kid," not my crotch..please sir..how can I face my teammates."

"Fuck your team. I told you I like my boys smooth.'' ,with that he lathers my cock and balls and starts scrapping .

"God your cleaning my crotch." I moan out loud. Me, the leagues hot stud star, getting his cock and balls stripped of his hair ---- reducing me to being like some punk young kid . All my dignity is coming off --just a humiliated piece of crap. I stare down watching him remove the last signs of my manhood, "Like a punk kid, " I murmur out loud and suddenly I'm bawling like one with the tears falling down my cheeks. "You've turned me into a little bare crotch kid!"He finishes and wipes me off with his towel. Then he cleans my wet face. As he does his right hand grabs my balls and rolls them around. It feels funny without hair on them. I can feel the power in his hands. I stare into those eyes. They seem to fill up my gaze.

"That's okay puppy " he whispers softly still rolling my balls gentle like, "you've been under alot of pressure as a quarterback star huh." I nod still transfixed by his gaze . How did he know about the pressure I felt?

" Yeah, you had team pressure , the media hype to live up too , and those woman expecting you to excel every time you perform in the sack. It builds up huh" I kept hearing him say it over and over, 'the pressure'......'the pressure'. He was right..he fucking knew ---- it was hell living up to what was expected of me .

"You're the man they all look to.." he whispered. "You got all this weight on you," he kept repeating now over and over till my brain filled with it.

"Yeah, fucking pressure..." I found myself saying.

"Feeling the weight.. cause your the main man there" He replied. "But that's not right. You need to take it off you."

"Yeah," I agreed. Big mistake ! All at once I could feel the weight of it all. I stared at him and all I could feel was how great his hand on my balls were. I looked at him. I felt weird. But, he just kept telling me about that pressure while he just kept stimulating my balls. My mind got confused for awhile with all that talk . Somehow, while I was accepting all this I just lost it. My mind was swimming by the talk and the stimulations he was giving my balls and I looked up deep into his eyes. That was it! I found my head swirling faster as my body felt so weak yet , sexually in a sort of overdrive.

"Don't worry quarterback You're my boy now . I will look out for you --all you have to do is let it go and give into what you are feeling right now!''

He started to make sense. I tried to fight but it was like getting sacked somewhere deep in side myself. Like my defenses were just letting him in on a free pass.

"Let me protect you man," he whispered. "let me take it all away. I'll be your coach and call all the plays for you now. A good coach does that right!"

I couldn't think why that didn't make sense. He got me totally at that moment! I was programmed since grade school that the coach was the boss. To my rattled gray cells that was normal logic. I was in full agreement with him without question! " Just like my coach," I muttered as my brain accepted it all.

"And you listen to your coach right." he chuckled as he continued to talk and rub by now overheated sack.

"Yes.." I murmured dazed.

"Listen to your coach," he commanded as his pupils filled mine. I drifted off in some part of my brain with these words craving into the rest of it.

"I listen," I repeated .

"And you feel hot now too ," he said " remember its your coach telling you, protecting you from the pressure, and you listen right"!

"Right ," I stated . A new tingling starts inside me ; this time its like a feeling of being under someone's protection full time---someone calling all the plays in my life--my coach --yeah working out a new playbook for me--normal, natural---I felt------you know all safe. He keeps gently working on my balls and the blood rushes from there to my dick which is semihard now. He leans next to my right ear start and starts to lick it! I feel his tongue working around each groove. His face stubble nuzzles against my skin and it feels like every nerve there is being hit with a thousand hard fingers. I find myself quaking and my dick rapidly fills up. He must know but he keeps rolling my balls and licking my ear till I shiver in heat. Hell, no woman has every turned me this on just rubbing my balls and licking my ear!

"Coach says you like this right and you do" , he whispered into my ear sending it down to reprogram my , now willing , command center.

"I listen. I do." I answered as my circuits started that rewiring that would alter my sex drives. My breathing got softer , steadier as my resistance was overcome. In some corner of my mind the game was ended and my former sexual orientation suffered a permanent sack!

"How you doing quarterback?" he breathed into my moist ear with a hot air current that rockets an electrical charge down my body to a pecker that is flying now at full staff.

"Oh sir " I sigh with no prompting, "I'm ready to explode!"

" That's right boy give it up for your coach!" Then he leans into me so that my cock is rubbing up against his leather packed basket of manhood. Slowly he grinds my prong. He sucks my ear and my world rocks like it never did for any chick. My voice fills the room.

"You got no pressure...nothing to prove...listen to your coach right...he knows best"! he keeps repeating it over and over till , at some point, it hits me and I just accept it. how or why -- I just do!

"Nothing to prove..... my coach... never need to take charge again... your boy... ..forever.... FOREVER SIR!!!!" I find myself chanting back....programming the new play ..like in all my games!

"Go for it quarterback ---the ball is in your hand --run the field ---go for the touchdown.....do the play .....cop to it !!" He starts really working my crotch now! He rams his tongue in my ear , grinds his dick into mine and, with one last gentle squeeze of my balls ,sets off a fireworks display in my brain that races to my dick. I just don't cumm . I ERUPT!!!!!!!! Shooting over and over like it never was--and now I know --never will be with some soft woman. I'm a punk kid who needs a coach to protect and guide me while I serve him!! Programing completed --- the former home team crushed forever!

After emptying my boy juices I collapse against him sighing. "Please sir take me home with you',I beg, "let me be your quarterback . I need a hot coach to own me. I'll serve you sir .......please teach me to service your needs!"

He looked at me, "take you on permanent huh." he stated more to himself than to me. It got real quiet for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly he smiled."What the fuck," he laughed out loud reaching over to stroke my face. "I've been wanting to settle into a permanent one on one for some time. Shit, I've been half in love with you since you signed on with my football team anyway."

"Signed...your team...what??" I was totally confused. He laughed some more.

"That's right I forgot," he responded as he untied my arms from the overhead pipes. "I've kept in the background in the team organization because of my , shall we say, preferences.After all, football is about image and "family entertainment". No need to hurt my investment . I want the press to focus on the team's performances not mine. Hell , I fucking own the team you play on! Those other so called owners are just my front men." We both looked at each other silently for a few seconds. Suddenly, he grabs me in his arms and deep throats me. IT WAS SO FREAKING HOT!! I felt a surge of emotions --feeling incredibly happy and safe in his arms.

" Tell you what quarterback, " speaking gently while he nuzzles my ear,"when we get home we'll find a new place in town for both of us to move into together. Heck, we can even throw a few "private" parties to introduce some of my leather buddies to some of the team. I'll bet my friends can give those players some firm 'hands on' guidance! Sound good --you and me as permanent lovers?"

" Sounds fucking fantastic sir! I answered quickly." I can hardly wait till we get back to help you turn on the other players into learning a whole new playbook." I start remembering that new young and green placekicker with the blonde hair ,lean muscular swimmers build and bubble butt--- not to mention some ' tight ends' who were always strutting their hot bodies in the showers .Damn, just thinking of how they would shave down and break in real sweet and fine had my cock filling up again!

He looked down at my stiffening pecker and chuckled ," Okay then' , its a deal '' he replies , " from now on I own you and, in a way ,you own me. Lets go back to my hotel room. We've got two days here and a long night of teaching ahead of us . You've some lessons to learn and I've still got a sweet cherry to split," slapping my firm virgin ass with one hand and , with the other, fondling his leather packaged basket with a mean rapidly growing 12 incher pressing at the seams! A thought races across my mind. Is the leagues biggest cunt man about have his jersey permanently retired? And, looking at my rock hard boner, did some part of me always want it to be ?