Making the Squad by SoftTouch
19 photos; 5:46 video
"Please, Coach, please! Give me another chance! You can’t cut me from the squad. You can’t! I’ll lose my scholarship if you do. You’ve got to give me another chance!"
I listened to the kid snivel and moan, and had a hard time keeping a straight face. I knew that he was depending on his scholarship to stay in college. I always picked on the scholarship students; they were the most vulnerable. To be fair, I always chose the marginal ones – the marginal guys, that is. Matt was really a bit too scrawny for the team. I had warned him more than once, telling him that he had to work out more and develop more muscles. Thank God he hadn’t listened to me.
"Well, Matt…what can I say? I do have a flexibility test for guys like you. If you pass that I might reconsider my decision. Are you willing to take the test?"
"Oh thank you, Coach, thank you. I’ll do anything you say!"
I couldn’t control myself. I had to turn around and pretend to cough to hide the laughter that was bubbling up inside of me. I didn’t want the kid to see the smirk on my face. I tried to put a stern expression on my face before I turned around again.
"Stand in the corner of the room, Matt. Yes, right there. That’s good. Now take off your tee shirt. You need to be able to demonstrate your flexibility. Just toss it over here to me."
The kid was as obedient as a lamb. I caught his tee shirt, and as I rummaged in my desk drawer I pressed it against my face. Oh yum, collegian sweat. These kids always sweated buckets when they thought that they were going to be tossed off the squad. Matt was going to be nice and drippy once I had finished with him.
"Uh, Coach, what is that rope for?"
"Matt, I am the one in charge here. If you don’t want to take the test, that’s fine with me. Of course, you’ll lose any chance of getting back on the squad. Make your decision now. I don’t want to be wasting my time."
"I’m sorry, Coach. You are the one in charge. I’ll do whatever you say."
"OUCH! That’s tight! It hurts! Hey, what is that tape for? COAC…MMMPPHHH!"
I shoved the kid down to his knees, once I had taped his mouth shut. I had learned from experience that the guys who took my test could become a little vocal. I didn’t want anyone coming into my office to investigate.
"That was simple, wasn’t it, Matt? I liked that fluid movement as you went down on your knees. Now the test starts getting a bit more complicated."
"UUGGHMMMGGGUMMMMMMMPHHH!"
"Yes, yes, I know that must be a bit uncomfortable, but how are you going to prove your flexibility and athletic prowess to me unless I make this a hard test? See, that wasn’t so difficult, was it? You’re passing with flying colours so far, Matt. Now we’re coming to the harder part. I want to see how long it takes you to get to your feet. I’m going to set my timer –ready, set…GO!"
I sat behind my desk, the better to hide the erection that I was getting as I watched Matt struggle to rise to his feet. It was no easy matter since I had roped his hands to his feet. I could see him straining desperately, and I could hear him grunting. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my swollen crotch. The tape not only stopped anyone from outside the office hearing shrieks and cries – the gagged moans of my victims aroused me incredibly.
"That wasn’t bad, Matt. It only took you 3 minutes and 34 seconds. My, but you’ve worked up quite a sweat, haven’t you? Now, we have to test your balancing skills. You know how important balance is, don’t you? Think what happen to my reputation if one of my squad lost his balance, and everyone went tumbling to the ground. That would be terrible, wouldn’t it? Let me see how you stand up to distraction, Matt."
"GGGMMMMNNOOOOOO, CMMOACH! MMNNOOO!"
The tickling always did them in. Matt was unusually susceptible. It took just a couple of strokes of my fingers in his sweaty armpits to cause him to topple over like a felled tree.
"That wasn’t very good, Matt. In fact, it was an extremely poor time. You only lasted 17 seconds. What are we going to do about your poor performance?"
"GGMMPHHSMORRY! GGMNOTHERMMCHANCE!"
"No more whining from you, Matt. If you don’t get on your feet in less than 3 minutes, you’re off the squad! Move that butt!"
This was the best part, watching him rocking back and forth, blubbering through his gag as he attempted to get on his feet. It was much harder attempting this from the position he was in now, than it had been previously. I was getting so hard I thought that I was going to blast in my boxers.
"You have FAILED!" I announced in my sternest tone. "You have ONE more chance, of staying on the squad, Matt."
I dropped my trousers and whipped out my dripping organ.
"If you can get me off in less than 5 minutes, once I’ve removed the tape, you’ll still be on the squad!"
I leaned over and ripped off the gag. This worked every time. I knew that I now had someone on the squad this year who would take care of all of my needs.
The End
Matt played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/08/2005