BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS
by webb025@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the
legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male
sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.
I didn't even know why I was there. I was sitting in Coach Schultz's
office, across the hall from the locker room door. Although I did
swim recreationally from time to time, and my one-year older
brother Kevin was a star on the swim team, I never wanted to
swim competitively. Yet for some reason, here I was, in swim
trunks, on a chair facing the swimming coach sitting at his desk,
with Kevin standing next to me. And though nothing was physically
holding me, I felt pinned to the chair and unable to get up. I didn't
mention it because I couldn't understand it, and I didn't want to
seem like an idiot.
The coach spoke. He had a deep voice that seemed to command
my attention. "Kevin tells me you're a fast swimmer. He's one of
my best guys, and as you know since I was hired here at West High
three years ago, I've never failed to have a championship season.
Since Kevin is a senior, this coming year is his last one. I need
more quality swimmers to keep my team at a championship
caliber beyond this year. And I think you're someone I need."
For some reason, I felt weak in the knees. Coach Schultz sat there
staring at me, his upper body straining at the T-shirt with the school
logo. I couldn't help looking at his bulging biceps. But WHY? I
wasn't gay! I had a girlfriend, Amy, who I'd been with for nearly two
years! We were perfect together, and I loved the time we spent
together, holding each other, fondling each other. She had nicely-
formed breasts for a sophomore... Yet I found myself checking out
this hunk of a coach. Wow. Did I just think that?
What power did he have over me? Although I walked into his office
determined to say no, I almost said yes right then. I tried to fight it:
"But Coach, I just swim for fun. I don't think I'd be any good. I'm not
really the competitive type --"
He pulled his legs out from under his desk and plopped them on
top. My eyes immediately went to the rippling muscles in his legs,
and his large sneaks. I was thinking, both Kevin and I are in this
room, but the coach is more man than the two of us put together.
It was as if I could feel his hormones jump across the desk and
start to take over my hormones! Changing them. Making them his.
I felt myself become semi-hard in my pants. I tried to force myself
to think of Amy, but in my mind her face kept being replaced by
the coach's mesmerizing look.
"I turned your brother into a state champion in just a few months.
It took work and devotion, and he had to give a few things up, but
look at him now." I turned and looked. Sure enough, I could see
my newly well-built brother, older by one year but seemingly far
ahead in many ways, oozing confidence. He held several school
and district records, and his shelf at home was covered with
trophies. "My system forces students to be competitive. It becomes
second nature to them. You'll learn why in a few minutes. You want
to be like your brother, don't you?"
I looked at Kevin. There he stood, tall and proud, the champion
and record holder, popular in the school, known by everyone.
"Yes I do," I said.
Coach went on, "And you know, it helps that you look a lot like
him. You have similar faces and builds, although of course Kevin's
is better since I've been working on him now for a couple of years.
You want to put yourself in my hands, let me mold you into a
champion, don't you?" I felt my resistance melt. I looked at his
actual hands, they were so big, and yes, I wanted to put myself in
them, have them around me, have them roughhousing with me.
I looked at him longingly, and was about to say yes when --
In the door came senior swimmer Klaus Venner wearing his swim
trunks. 6'5" tall, toned, blond, arrogant. And immediately, to my
astonishment, my brother Kevin turned to him, dropped to his
knees, and started licking and sucking furiously at Klaus' cock
and balls through his trunks! Almost instantly, the outline of Klaus'
cock grew in size and the head popped out of the top of the suit,
and Kevin lifted his head to go to town on it. My eyes were riveted
to the scene, while Coach was saying, "Doesn't that look hot?
Don't you wish you could be the one doing that?" At one level, my
mind was revolting at the thought of my brother being the bitch of
this blond asshole. On the other hand, the coach's words somehow
penetrated my brain, my very will, and I couldn't help thinking how
great it would be to be my brother, or Klaus, in the action I was
witnessing.
Meanwhile, Klaus snapped his fingers and pointed to his feet.
Immediately, my brother stopped slurping at the head of Klaus'
cock and began lapping at his feet. Klaus raised the other foot
and crushed my brother's head under it. This clearly raised
Kevin's level of excitement, and he redoubled his efforts. He
then somehow rotated his head and started to work on the sole
of Klaus' other foot.
Suddenly, many things became clear in my mind. Until early last
year, Kevin seemed totally wrapped up in his then-girlfriend,
Linda. They went everywhere together, did everything together
every weekend. Suddenly, he dropped her without any reason
that I was aware of. After that point, his only visitors at home were
members of the swim team. And recently, it had most often been
Klaus that dropped by every evening. What did Klaus force my
brother do in his own room? And how did Klaus enslave my
brother like this?
Coach spoke up. "Klaus, Kevin, take it to the locker room. And
send in Hans. Now!" Instantly, my brother got up, Klaus pulled up
his suit, and they dashed for the door and across the hall. "And
now you will learn the method by which I make competitive
champions." I still could not move off the chair. I was held there
by an invisible hand. But my semi had become even harder.
A moment later, the door banged open, and in strolled Klaus'
little brother Hans. A junior, like me, he had the same arrogant
sneering look to him that his brother did, and the same blond
hair and nicely toned body, although he was maybe a little
lankier and smoother than Klaus. He stood at 6'3", taller than
me at an even 6'. And he was looking me over contemptuously,
as if sizing me up before a competition.
The coach stood up, pulled his chair from behind his desk and
put it by the side of the desk. He then pulled off his shorts, and
since he evidently hadn't been wearing anything underneath he
was now displayed in all his glory. His cock was so long and
hoselike that if he hadn't been sitting behind his desk previously,
I'm sure I would have seen it dangling under the bottom of his
shorts. He sat in the chair, and my eyes were still taking it all in.
I don't remember what he said at that point, but somehow that
cock became the center of my universe at that moment. I even
forgot the presence of Hans, who had also turned towards it.
"OK, here are the rules. You two have to make me cum using
only your lips and tongues. No teeth! When I cum, my valuable
load of musclejuice will shoot into one of your mouths. Digesting
that musclejuice will make you strong and in command. Not
getting it will make you weak and submissive. The one in
command will 'own' the weak one, and will be able to use him
any way he wants. He will invincible in swim practice, he will
improve his abilities and set personal records. And the 'owned
one' will try desperately to catch up with him, because if he
doesn't, he will be his owner's sexual humiliation toy until he
improves.
"When I decide that the 'toy' has improved enough, I'll hold
another musclejuice contest between the two. And the toy has
the chance to turn the tables on his owner, and make HIM the
slave. Then HE will use my musclejuice to become the
champion swimmer, and will be the sex god to his new toy.
"Gotta warn you though, Billy, that your brother has been losing
more and more often to Klaus. Last year, he 'owned' Klaus for
most of the year. But lately, Klaus has been getting the upper
hand. And maybe Kevin is becoming too comfortable as Klaus'
slave. So I'm going to have to increase the pressure on him. I'll
be making Klaus meaner and more sadistic in his sexual
activities. And if Kevin doesn't improve, I might even give Klaus
some power over Kevin outside swim team activities and private
meetings. I might have Klaus make Kevin humiliate himself in
more public situations, wear a dog collar marked 'Klaus' Puppy' to
classes, slowly change his look in hair and clothes to totally fag.
After that he may not be so popular anymore. The other students
will forget his old status and think of him as a helpless cock-
loving bottom.
"Gee, I would hate to do it, but I will if I have to. Kevin may be a
better swimmer than most of the others in our league, and he
still may win his events often, but in order to win the state
championship again we need a state-level effort. We need
everything he can give. So he's on notice!
"Meanwhile, let's see whether you end up as Hans' puppy, or
his master. Ready, set, go!" Both Hans and I dove for coach's
cock from opposite sides. Hans had clearly done this before; he
was running his tongue along the cock's considerable length and
then teasing the head with little brushing motions. I was new at
this, and my awkward slurps were totally outclassed by Hans'
subtle tongue movements. But as coach's cock hardened, giving
both of us plenty of surface area to work on, my competitive
nature kicked in. No way I was going to become that arrogant
bastard's sex slave!
As I worked and worked until I began to feel some fatigue in my
mouth muscles, the coach continued to drone on. For some
reason, I couldn't concentrate directly on what he was saying,
but new thoughts were entering my head. I found myself picturing
what would happen if I lost in this bizarre contest. Klaus and
Hans would come over to our house together, and would have
total control over Kevin and me. For years, I had admired Kevin,
and was hurt by the thought of him submitting to Klaus. If I was
also enslaved to Hans, and Coach stepped up the level of Klaus'
power over my brother like he said, I could just imagine what
might happen. The Venners could force us to change our rooms
at home into mini-dungeons, where they could come and use us
at any time. They might force us to use dildos on each other
when they weren't there, so we would be ready to serve them
when they came over. They could order us to cater to any new
perversion they came up with. And we would be helpless to
resist them or to tell anyone.
And our parents? I knew how much they respected the coach
for what he had done for Kevin. No doubt his 'power of
persuasion' could overcome any objections they might have.
They never asked any questions about what Klaus and Kevin
were up to in Kevin's room. And with the demonstrated power
of Coach's mind, he could even get them to ignore the
changes to our rooms.
Hans' and my slurping and licking were having their desired
effect, and from the sounds now coming from Coach it was
clear our efforts were nearing the payoff. Hans expectantly
moved his face directly over the mushroomlike cockhead,
and prepared to engulf it in his mouth, with his long blond hair
getting in my eyes. But he was a second too soon, and hadn't
figured on my steely determination not to lose. I head-butted
him in the breastplate, knocking him backwards, and barely
got my mouth around the cockhead just as the shots of
Coach's incredible musclejuice came shooting out and
coursing down my throat. I inevitably spilled some and Hans
came over and lapped it up, but it was clear I was the winner.
As Hans' tongue cleaned the last few remaining drops from
Coach's cock and balls and the floor, I licked my lips and sat
back to assimilate the load I had just swallowed.
I know it wasn't physically possible, but I felt my muscles
getting stronger and bulkier as Coach's juice flowed through
me. I felt my arms and legs grow more powerful, and I flexed
my upper body as Hans cowered. His frightened look turned
slowly into one of admiration and respect as I flexed my newly
powerful legs and abs. Soon, he was looking at me and
licking his lips.
Coach stood up and put his shorts back on. "Congratulations,
Billy, and welcome to the team. Hans, you know your job.
Take Billy into the locker room and introduce him to the rest of
the team." And as he put his chair back behind his desk, Hans
grabbed my elbow and started to eagerly guide me to the door.
Although he was still taller than me, he now seemed smaller
somehow, like an eager-to-please little brother, even puppy-
like. I don't know why I did it, but as we got to the door I grabbed
his head by the hair, and forced it into my armpit. Without a
word from me, his long tongue came out and began to bathe
its sweaty inner recess. And my cock was now fully hard, and
straining against even the large swim trunks.
As I led Hans into the locker room, where the team was in
varying states of showering, drying off, and dressing after
practice, I noticed what would have seemed strange to me
before, but seemed totally natural to me now. The team
members seemed to be paired off, where one of them for
example would be washing the other in the shower, or
one would be drying off another one, or in some cases one
might even be dressing another. I could tell immediately
which of them had successfully fought his way to the
"breakfast of champions", and which was out in the cold
for the time being. And as soon as Hans and I walked in
and the other team members looked up, they knew what
had happened between the two of us. The 'winners' were
looking at me as a fellow master, and the 'losers' were
looking at me with some fear and admiration. The only
exceptions were Klaus and my brother Kevin. Klaus looked
somewhat disgusted at the sight of the submissive Hans,
while Kevin viewed me with a huge expression of relief as
he sat on the bench putting each of Klaus' socks on. In a
fit of irritation, Klaus lifted his large foot to Kevin's face and
pushed him off the bench. The nearby team members
laughed.
As I was trailed by puppy Hans, I enjoyed thinking of what
I was going to have him do as I exercised my newly
powerful muscles. And I felt I would be able to perform
incredible feats in the pool that I would never have been
able to do before. But I also knew right then that, even with
the potential loss of my freedom, I would soon feel
compelled to risk everything for another shot of coach's
amazing musclejuice.
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Comments welcome at webb025@hotmail.com As the
swimming season unfolds, there may be twists and turns
that may be caused by the players, or secretly mind-
manipulated by the coach. Should we follow this, or should
the story end here?