Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ After School Club ❯ Coach Khushrenada and the Baseball Club ( Chapter 7 )

Gundam Wing Hentai

Side Story 2: After School Club

Chapter 7: Coach Khushrenada and the Baseball Club

 

 

How is it possible to be so ecstatic and terrified at the same time? Ok, let me back step a little. It was spring and for the SSC that meant only one thing, the auction. The auction was to the SSC as car washes were to other clubs. It was a way to get the word of our club out to the right people and to get funding for club activities and scholarships for the club's seniors. However, because of the nature of the SSC's activities, simply giving a car wash or having a booth at the academic festival was impossible. So, every spring, the SSC held an `auction' that catered to various students and staff. Basically, the captain of the SSC picked ten members of the club that she thought were `VIP' material and would hold an auction for those members. During the auction, the VIP members would be `bought' by one individual or another club for an entire month. During that month, the club member would cater specifically to their chosen Master and at the end of the month, they would get to make a choice: let that Master be their permanent member in which the Master would have to pay a low tri-monthly fee; approximately the price of my group appointments, or the member would simply go back to the way things had been before the auction. As a rule, only members that had accomplished all of their training, was a Junior, and had gotten at least an 80% approval rate, could be picked. However, while I was a sophomore, I had gotten a 100% approval rating and the captain had been pleased enough by my performances that she had nominated me. I was going to the auction. You might thing that this wasn't a big deal, either way I'd be doing what I always did, servicing people, but it was a big deal. If my Master or Masters approved of me, I could get a full scholarship and if I made a really good impression, I could make a profit for both myself and the club. Who knew, maybe I would like catering just one group or individual instead of going from appointment to appointment. It was safer and more stable than what I had been doing. So, when I got the news, I was ecstatic about being the only sophomore in the SSC's existence to get the honor, but I was also terrified of the thought of standing on stage in front of hundreds of people. What if no one wanted me? I was good at following orders, but really, there was nothing special about me. Then there was Heero. Lately he had been acting so weird. He was attentive, so gentle, like he was making up for something. I couldn't get it. Had he cheated on me or something? That scared me. You wouldn't think that it would faze me. After all, I had been cheating on Heero with more than half the male school population. But, that was for club, it was something that I enjoyed, but Heero was the only man I had ever really loved. What if Heero had found someone else that he loved more than me? Just the thought made me want to cry. When we had our first kiss, I thought that he had wanted to do more, not sex, but I had pressed close to him for another kiss, and he had shoved me away. I had gone through double penetrations, spankings, even candle play, but that night, I had felt pain like nothing else and had cried myself to sleep. The next day, I had thought that things would be better, but I just felt worse. What if Heero didn't find me attractive?

As I went to school that morning, I had never felt so ugly and unwanted in my entire life, but I hid these feelings and continued with my daily activities and no one seemed the wiser. It made me feel so alone, I was bleeding inside, but no one noticed. I wanted to be touched and held, I wanted to be needed. In that moment, I decided to take part in the auction. Hell, if Heero was going to break up with me, maybe I would stick with one Master, maybe I would even stay with that person, maybe become a kept boy or something like that… I shook my head. What the fuck was I thinking? But, the sad part was, I couldn't see what was good in me anymore. I didn't feel useful at all, what would I do in college anyway? I wasn't smart; all I was good for was fucking. Despite all of these feelings and doubts, I tried my best to bury these things deep inside and not think about them, after all, I had an appointment after school and a very important one at that.

 

 

Treize Khushrenada, I'm sure that everyone at school had tried to figure him out at one point or another. He was such a strange man. He was our sexual education teacher and the coach of both the basketball team and the baseball team and a proud supporter (and rumored starter) of the SSC. He always boasted that I was his favorite, but after seeing his heated stares at Zechs, I thought that maybe he just liked boys with long hair. He asked for my assistance today as the Seito Dragons had their last game of the season and if they won today, they would win some championship, I wasn't really sure, I just knew that they needed some extra `help'. In other words, I was supposed to give the team support as well as distract the other team (Treize had it on good authority that the Naku Tigers were all gay). Some would have called it blatant cheating, but Treize said that he was just utilizing all of the school's resources and my appearance there wasn't any difference from Seito cheerleaders at the basketball games or the art club panting posters for the baseball game. I didn't care, Treize was my Master and this was his request. Besides, it would help to keep my mind off of the things that were troubling me. On my way to the field, Heero passed me in the hallway, but only spared me a glance. I raised my hand in greeting, but he just blushed and hurried past me. I felt tears pricking at my vision, but shook it off and ran to the locker room.

 

After dealing with any pre-game jitters that the team might have in my own special way, I was feeling a bit better, more capable of putting my problems with Heero into the back of my mind. I put on the school's cheerleading outfit, minus underwear per Treize's instructions, and started to walk off to the field. I could feel cum dripping down my thighs, but Treize had told me that it was ok. It was risky doing something like this, but unless you were paying close attention to me, there wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. Most of the cum was stopped up anyway by a baseball that Treize had delighted in teasing me with. And of course, I would be careful to only flash the right people. If I got caught, it would only be my fault. As I walked outside, I wondered if the reason why Heero was being so distant because he had found out about me. I had been careful, but it was hard to hide a thing like that. All it would take was one of my Masters bragging about nailing me or some other thing and the word would get out. All of us slaves had the protection of our captain and the captains of the other clubs, but it would be naive to think of myself as bulletproof. But, was this really how Heero would react to the news? Why wasn't he confronting me about it? Why wasn't he yelling at me or trying to get back at me? No, it felt more like he was hiding something from me than vice versa. I had no reason to feel like a victim right now considering what I was doing, but I couldn't help but feel the pain and self doubt. Then there was Heero's inability to do anything sexual with me, it made me wonder if he was really straight or if he liked spending time with me, but didn't find me appealing sexually. You'd think that after being nominated for the auction and having such a high approval rating, my self esteem would be a bit higher, but that's what Heero did to me. I guess that was a part of love; he could bring me so high, then in a single move, make me feel like shit.

 

As I took my place with the other cheerleaders, I noticed a girl named Dorothy that was also from the SSC, no doubt to take care of any straight players. Though she was very beautiful, she wasn't as popular as I was because she had such a dominant personality and had a hard time taking orders. She was a big hit with the masochists, though. We nodded to each other and the game began.

We gave it everything we had, member and non members alike. Relena was one of the cheerleaders, but, as typical of her, she never really noticed how Dorothy and I were distracting the other team. Because of my efforts before the game, our team was sated and was able to concentrate on the game and not on our performance. My legs flew with high kicks, giving the other team an eye full of what lay under my green, purple, and black skirt, semen dripping down my legs, my braided hair whipping around me. We worked hard, our skirts flailing and our legs and arms stretching and flying. But, all of our effort was worth it, the Seito Dragons won their championship by a landslide. We jumped and shook our pompoms in triumph, the other girls hugging each other and squealing. Though Dorothy and I were more restrained, we still felt the accomplishment of a job well done. She was pulled away by the few members of our team that wanted a real woman for a victory party. Treize approached me with a brilliant smile. With a nod of his head, I followed him back to the men's locker room where the rest of the team had gathered for their own party.

“We did it, Maxwell! And it's all thanks to you.”

I sputtered.

“T-that's not true!”

“Of course it is,” he said with a smile, walking behind me. Suddenly, his arm went around me, pushing my back to his muscled chest and he lifted my skirt to expose my cum drenched ass and hard on.

“After all, it was because of this body that no one on the other team could concentrate on the game, they were all thinking about fucking you.”

I blushed and squirmed in his grip. Treize Khushrenada was the most experienced Master I had ever had and he knew every inch of my body by now. His hands and body were huge compared to my own. His fingers rubbed my nipples to hardness through my top and I molded my body against his. In these moments, I could let all my worries and angst melt away and just feel my Master. He lifted my top and continued his gentle ministrations on my bare skin.

“Is this my reward then?” I teased. He chuckled.

“Of course. On the bench so we can show our gratitude correctly,” he ordered. I sat on the bench, raising my body up with my hands behind me and my legs bent in a crouch. I lifted up my skirt to show the team my private places.

“Now, take the ball out, no hands,” Treize said. I shuddered at his voice, a blush on my cheeks, and started to push out the baseball with only my inner muscles. I panted and my cock twitched as I felt the large thing caress me until it popped out of my body and rolled onto the floor, covered in the semen that had been contained inside of me. Treize picked it up off the floor with a smirk and pressed it against my lips.

“How did it feel to dance around in front of that huge crowd with no panties on and this thing deep inside of you?” he asked, making my blush deepen.

“It was humiliating,” I admitted, “but it felt… really good.” I lapped at the ball, cleaning it of cum and sweat. I cried out as he suddenly thrust three of his fingers into my ass, sliding them in and out easily.

“I bet you were thinking of this the whole time,” he teased me, pressing his body against mine. I leaned against him, unzipping his slacks and taking out his large, weeping cock, pumping it lightly and leaning forward to take him into my mouth. His hand slid over my back and teased at my entrance again, moving his fingers in and out of my slick channel. I lapped at his cock, tracing veins and lines and licking up the sweet precum dripping from his slit. As his fingers fucked my ass, his other hand was busy fondling my balls, rolling them around in his calloused palm and rubbing his fingers over the base of my hard cock. His cock popped out of my mouth, slick with saliva, and I looked up at his blue eyes.

“Please fuck me,” I begged, nuzzling his cock with my cheek. He swallowed hard. It was hard to see him like my teacher in times like these and he was so different from the boys that I pleasured regularly, he was so much more knowledgeable and mature. Heero was like that, too, it had made me question his age when I first met him… I was shot from my train of thought as Treize turned me around and slowly slid into my stretched hole. I cried out, placing my hands on the floor to steady myself. A tall blonde took my cry as he opportunity to slip his long dick into my mouth. I wrapped a hand around the base of his organ and slid my lips up and down on him. I let the taste of sweat and sex and the feel of Treize's impressive length inside of my body fill me with warmth. He gripped at my buttocks, spreading them apart and I knew that he was watching himself mate with me.

“Harder!” I begged. I wanted more, more of his cock, more of his warmth, more of the feel of his skin on mine, in mine. My entire body was on fire as he thrust in and out.

“More,” I panted, thrusting back to meet him. He grabbed my arms and pulled me back into his lap. The cock in my mouth slid out and I pressed my lips to its side, caressing it gently, making silken cum splurt out of it and streaked across my cheek. I licked at it as it trailed down. I gasped as someone slid their fingers in between Treize's thrusting cock and my stretched entrance muscles, loosening me further. Treize grabbed my thighs and spread them far apart to give the other boy better access. He leaned against me and slid inside slowly, careful of hurting me. I squirmed hard, my cock dribbling a little. The boy pounding into me above me wrapped his arm around me, drawing me closer to his chest and tossed me head back, moaning and screaming as they hit my prostrate at the same time. My orgasm was blinding, despite my eyes closing at the force of it, I could only see white and my muscles tightened. My nerves screamed and I'm sure that I did to, but I don't remember any of it. One minute, I was coming, the next I felt warm water on my skin and I realized that I was in the shower, naked, semen, thick and sticky, dripping out of my ass, traveling down the drain with the water. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was cradled in Treize's arms as he washed off my body. He looked down at me when I shifted.

“Maxwell, you should take better care of yourself. I haven't seen you faint like that since our first time together! If there's something that's making you so stressed out that you'd black out as soon as you orgasm, you can discuss it with me, Duo,” Treize frowned at me in concern. I laid my head against his strong chest and nodded, letting the water disguise the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

 

 

End Chapter 7

 

Arrrgh! This was supposed to be a happy fic, you hear me?! HAPPY!!! *slams head against the wall* damn angst fairies, leave me alone!