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First time submitting a story so may be some teething issues. I am British and will be writing in British English - story is based in New York State though. This is a story about a young man who finds his wrestling coach in a very compromising position and naturally takes advantage of this for his own enjoyment. It will start off a bit tame but I plan to have him turn Coach Jenson into a true muscle fag!
Chapter 10
That Tuesday at lunch time Nathan had Jamie sitting in the hall outside Jenson's office, making up some revision notes for Nathan's chemistry class. Jamie did not take chemistry.
Meanwhile Nathan walked into Jenson's office, grabbed the box of home cooked chicken pasta bake out of his hands and told him to stand up.
"You can't do stuff like that here! Someone will see, there'll be questions."
Nathan didn't even look at him as he slapped the big hunk across the face and started eating the pasta.
"Strip, and if you fail to call me sir one more time today you'll be walking home in pink panties." Jenson gulped, glanced at the door and saw Jamie sitting there, he relaxed a bit knowing they had a lookout before tensing again at the realisation he had no excuse not to obey. He looked down in shame as he stripped naked, Nathan watching on from the office chair while eating Jenson's lunch. There was a slight blush in the coach's cheeks as he pulled down his shorts, revealing the growing bulge in his underwear. He wasn't fully hard, but his cock clearly knew what was coming. He stopped, trying his luck, and delaying the inevitable.
Nathan raised an eyebrow without a word and waited. He continued waiting as Jenson stood there pretending innocence. The questioning look slowly changed to one of growing annoyance. Jenson dropped his underwear to the floor, defeated again.
"Stupid twat, do you think that was acceptable or sensible?"
"What do you mean... Sir?"
"Hah don't bother, pick up your underwear, have you been wearing them since Sunday as I instructed?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, how do they smell." Jenson opened his mouth to answer but realised what was expected of him first. Slowly, hating himself for not having the courage to argue, he lifted the rank briefs to his nose and sniffed.
"Bad, sir."
"Good, as punishment for that little display of prudish rebellion you can walk out into the corridor, stand directly in front of Jamie and hand him your underwear. Slowly." Jenson's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He spluttered out half formed objections and pleas, but Nathan ignored him.
Slowly he walked to the doorway, leant out and peeked down the corridor satisfied that there was nobody there he stepped out quickly, and handed Jamie the pants. Even with his back to the office window Jamie's shock, then joy, were obvious. Jenson rushed back in, there was a tinge of sweat on his forehead.
Nathan waited for him to return to the table.
"Oh actually, go back and get the lube and plug from Jamie's bag." Jenson suppressed a groan, turned and walked to the door, he took a moment to compose himself this time, before checking the coast was clear and stepping out. Nathan heard muffled mumbles about the bag then Jenson grabbed it and dashed back in.
Again, Nathan waited for Jenson to get to the desk, putting the bag on top to search through.
"No, that is Jamie's bag, it is not appropriate for a teacher to root around in it. Give it back and wait there while Jamie get them out for you."
He barely contained the groan this time, with a deep breathe he turned, flinching when Nathan took the opportunity to slap his big perfectly formed ass. He took longer to compose himself this time, before practically shoving the bag at Jamie and asking for the items. Jamie moved far quicker than he really should have, rooting through the bag to get the lube and large red butt plug. Jenson rushed back in, and placed the lube and plug on the desk.
There was now less that a quarter of the pasta left. Nathan smirked wickedly as he handed the tub and fork to Jenson.
"Go give that to Jamie, make sure you tell him exactly what is in it. And once he has taken the tub and you have told him all the ingredients tell him he is allowed to suck your cock for 10 seconds. I will be timing, any less and you'll be standing out there for him to enjoy for 10 minutes."
"Please, no, I'd lose my job, I could go to jail."
"Not my job, not my problem, do as you are told." There was no arguing with the stern gaze Nathan gave the coach, he turned and once more walked into the corridor completely naked. He handed Jamie the pasta and stood in front of him rattling off what was in it. Nathan watched from behind Jenson's desk, he smiled at the dejected look on Jenson's face as he told Jamie what to do, and the obvious double take of the cheerleaders reaction. Jamie checked the corridor for anyone who would see, unintentionally dragging out Jenson's discomfort and exposure. Then he wrapped his hand around the coach's giant cock and stroked it reverently before leaning forward and happily wrapping his lips around the thick head. Nathan counted to 12 before Jenson pulled away and rushed inside, leaving Jamie looking after him, bereft.
"Get back to work and keep an eye out!" Nathan shouted through. Jamie jumped and turned back to the notes, adjusting his out straining cock as he did. Without a word Nathan pointed to the floor in front of him, Jenson understood and knelt down.
"Get to work faggot." The coach flinched slightly at being called that, but he didn't argue, he just unzipped Nathan's fly and pulled out his hard cock, gently wrapping his lips around the head and working his way down.
Nathan leant back and enjoyed the sensation of having his muscle bound coach sucking him off in his office. He didn't use his hands to hold Jenson in place, he didn't need to.
After a while Jenson pulled out Nathan's balls from his trousers, stroking the thick cock while he bathed the younger man's full balls with his tongue. Nathan moaned in enjoyment.
"I've decided it's time to deal with Connor, he may not be as depraved as you but he still needs to be put in his place. And I want that big bouncy ass of his." Jenson froze, not sure what this meant, and shocked that a part of him was happy at the idea that Connor might take some of the young dom's abuse. "Nobody told you to stop." Nathan smacked Jenson across the head casually, he didn't put much strength into it, not out of care, but because he knew he didn't have to.
As the coach continued to service him Nathan laid out his plan, giving Jenson clear instructions, he knew how much he struggled with complicated orders.
That afternoon Jenson told the team to be on their best behaviour going forward as there would be college scouts at the next few meets. Nathan had already known, having read it when snooping through Jenson's desk the previous week, and his only interest was in the leverage it gave him over Connor. After practice Jenson did a good job of making it seem like chance that he called for Nathan and Connor to stay back and help clear up. After about half an hour of tidying, long enough that Jenson's hurrying would have gotten the rest of the team out of the changing rooms, Connor was fed up. As the golden boy of the team he wasn't used to helping out with the menial tasks like this, and he didn't enjoy it. Nathan got on with the work with good natured willingness, smiling as he did. It was amazing how obviously that angered Connor, the bigger boy hated seeing someone he viewed as inferior being happy, or even content, while he was not.
"So you hoping to get scouted?" Nathan asked.
"What's it got to do with you, gay boy?"
Nathan maintained a calm exterior.
"Just making conversation you know. I think you might have an alright chance actually."
"What? What the fuck do you know?" He dropped the mat he had been moving with a thud and squared up to Nathan, who smiled. "I don't 'hope I'll get scouted' I know I will. Even having a useless faggot like you on the team won't hold me back." He shoved Nathan repeatedly as he sneered in his face.
"You really shouldn't be so rude. There's no need for it." Nathan didn't push back, just calmly took it.
"Don't you fucking tell me what to do." Connor slapped him in the face, hard enough to hurt, but not leave a mark. Nathan gritted his teeth, he knew from bitter experience he couldn't win a fight against Connor. "Finish up here, I'm leaving."
"There is still more tidying to do. You need to stay and finish it." Nathan stepped in front of Connor, he didn't try to use force. "Stay here and finish tidying."
He used the calm but firm tone of voice that made Jenson jump to obey, he knew Connor wouldn't respond well to it, but he also knew that in time that tone would get Connor just as nervous as Jenson.
"Did you just tell me what to do, faggot?" Connor didn't wait for an answer, he sucker punched Nathan in the stomach, then followed up with an open palm slap to the face, he knew not to give a black eye. "Don't ever fucking talk to me again, faggot."
"Connor! What are you doing?" Jenson yelled from the door he had been hiding by.
"This queer tried to come on to me, coach. Then when I said no he tried to force me."
"I was right here, that didn't happen. You're off the team, go and change."
"What? You can't do that..."
"Don't talk back to me, go now! And don't bother turning up to practice tomorrow." Connor, more than anyone, was not used to seeing Jenson actually angry, he took a step back instinctively. Perhaps for the first time realising that Jenson was the one person in the school to whom he was physically inferior. He walked away, hurriedly. Once the door had swung shut behind him Jenson stood over Nathan, arms crossed. He didn't offer to help him up, his face still stern and angry.
Nathan had recovered from having the wind knocked out of him and now sat on the floor looking up at Jenson with a smile.
"See? I told you he would attack me. Now help me up."
"Help yourself up, and then go change and go home. I've had enough of this, that boy is actually good at wrestling, and deserves a chance. We are done. I'll let him stew for a couple days then let him back on the team, he won't bother you again and you can have your fun with Jamie. We. Are. Done."
Nathan looked up at him from the floor, a muscled giant towering over him. He smiled sweetly.
"I think the first thing I will do is make a complaint to the principal, once I tell my parents that Connor has carried out homophobic assaults on me they will not let it rest. Then I'll mention that you knew and did nothing. Once you are mired in complaints and disciplinary proceedings I'll release the video of you."
The coach stepped back, but then shook himself and puffed out his chest defiantly.
"It's too late for that, the police will ask why it took so long, you'll end up in as much trouble as me. Like I said, we are done, don't bother coming to practice tomorrow."
"I agree, it has been too long, I'd rather avoid unwanted questions from the police." He waited for Jenson to nod and start turning away. "That's why I won't give it to the police. I'll send it to all the parents of the girls who use those changing rooms. How long do you think it will be before someone exercises their second amendment rights and makes sure you never do that again?"
Jenson stepped back in shock, mind reeling. Nathan stepped forward.
"What? You think you just had to wait me out?" He spoke softly as he advanced, with Jenson backing away. "I told you often enough, you fucking degenerate moron."
Jenson backed up against the wall.
"I own you." He punctuated each word with a slap to the face, hard enough to hurt, but not leave a mark. He didn't want to damage that handsome face, just control and abuse it.
Jenson flinched but didn't fight back or argue. Nor did he try to push Nathan away as he slowly ran his hand down Jenson's chest, slipping down his shorts and into the pouch of his jock strap. Nathan pushed Jenson's throbbing python aside and wrapped his fingers around the vulnerable balls. There was a pause, a moment of anticipation and dread. Then Nathan squeezed.
Jenson groaned, holding in a yell of pain.
"Say it." He shook his head in pointless defiance while still begging for release.
"Please stop, I won't do anything in sorry please."
"Say it." He squeezed harder, tugging on the sensitive orbs.
"You own me! I'm yours, all yours, please please sir stop!"
"Good girl."
Twenty minutes later Jenson called Connor into his office as he passed. Nathan sat in a chair facing the door, with a second chair facing him.
"Connor, you have two choices; you can sit here, apologise to Nathan and ask what you can do to make it up to him, if he agrees then I'll reinstate you to the team. Or you can sit here and wait while I call your parents to let them know. Which will it be?"
Connor glared at Nathan, then nodded and sat down.
"I'm sorry." Nathan smirked and raised a questioning eyebrow, was that it?
"I think you'll have to do better than that, I'll wait outside." Jenson left, Connor didn't seem to notice he was walking gingerly at all.
Nathan sat looking at Connor in silence.
"Right, look here..."
"Don't bother threatening me Connor, it won't work." His mouth snapped shut at much in shock that Nathan would dare interrupt him. "Let's be clear, if I start telling all the shit you've gotten up to you won't just be kicked off the team, you'll be expelled and have a hard time finding a school willing to take you. So, you want to stay on the team? Make me an offer."
Connor sat, grinding his teeth in sullen silence for a moment, then took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, Nathan, I shouldn't have lashed out at you like I did, I've been stressed from all the coaching." He clearly tried very hard to sound sincere.
"That was truly pathetic. You've not been under stress; the people you bully relentlessly are the ones dealing with stress." Nathan sneered at him. "Look, no apology you make is going to be genuine because you're just making it to try and get back on the team. So instead what will you offer me in return for me telling Jenson to let you on the team?"
Connor clenched his fists.
"I'll pay -"
"Not interested." He took whatever money he needed from Jenson.
"I will leave you alo-"
"Haha fuck me! Are you saying that before you thought you would give me a few dollars then go back to beating me up for looking at you sideways? Seriously you are a fucking idiot." Connor half rose from his seat in anger, stopping when Nathan calmly pointed behind him to Jenson leaning against the wall in the corridor. "Try again, moron."
"Let's be friends Nathan-"
"I have friends, they are neither dickhead nor morons, I don't need any others."
"Urgh! What the fuck do you want?! You want to suck my dick?"
Nathan stared at him in silence, relishing the power, small though it was at the moment, and the anticipation of more.
"That's it isn't it? You want to suck my dick, yeah, you faggots are all the same. You need a real man to show you your place, alright then." He grabbed his crotch suggestively. "You want this, you go out there and tell Jenson to let me back on the team, then meet me at the back of the football pitch in an hour. I'll show you what a real man is." Nathan smiled, Connor interrupted it as an eager slutty smile. If Jenson or Jamie had seen it they would have known it was predatory.
"Take it out then." Connor paused, taken aback by how forward Nathan suddenly was. "Go on, he couldn't see even if he was paying attention." He nodded at the window, to Jenson sitting with his back to them, as arranged.
"Alright, faggot, I'll give you a peak, then you got tell him to let me back on the team if you want the real thing. Ok?"
"No, take your pants down and show me your cock, and then we can talk about if I want to let you back on the team or not. If you show me your cock right now I might let you back on the team. But if you don't show me I never will."
"Listen faggot, if you want this you have to earn it."
"I'll give you to the count of 5, if you haven't gotten it out by then we are done." It would be a shame, he had some other ideas for getting Connor under control but none that seemed as likely as this to work.
"One." Connor sneered at him.
"Two." Connor laughed as he told him to ask nicely.
"Three." Connor got angry, demanding he stop counting.
"Four." Nathan began standing up, eyes fixed on the door. Connor froze, thinking for the first time that Nathan might actually be serious.
"Fi-" Connor hurried unzipped his jeans and pulled out a semi hard cock, showing off a large furry bush. Nathan sat, slowly, while keeping his gaze firmly fixed on Connor's cock. "Good. Now stroke it."
"What the fuck!?"
"You heard me Connor, stroke yourself for me. Or don't you want to be on the team?"
He nervously looked back at Jenson, still turned away, then started slowly, cautiously stroking his growing cock. He kept throwing furtive glances behind him, but despite his worry he quickly grew to a full impressive hardness. He seemed surprised by his body's reaction, and tried to reassert himself.
"Yeah, you like that don't you faggot. You love the sight of a real man's cock, you want it don't you? Maybe if you beg like a good faggot, beg me faggot."
Nathan kept his face straight and stern. Despite the raging hard on straining his trousers he showed no reaction. He felt, instinctively, that his lack of response would keep Connor off balance, unsure what was happening.
"That's good. Now take off your top." He interrupted just as Connor was getting over excited, shocking him out of his horny haze.
"What?"
"Do I really have to spell it out? Strip."
They locked eyes, for the first time that night Connor felt like he was truly powerless. There was no mercy in Nathan's eyes, no hesitation. Connor suddenly realised that Nathan was not afraid of him, maybe he never had been; cautious of a possible beating yes, but not afraid.
"Don't make me count again,"
Feeling trapped but strangely fine with it, Connor took off his top, showing his broad chest, covered in manly fur, recognising the meaning of Nathan's wordless eyebrow twitch he took off his trousers too, sitting in front of Nathan fully naked, with his cock proudly erect.
"Good. Now do you want back on the team?"
"Yes! You know I do! That's why I have don't all this."
"No, you've done all this because I told you to, try and remember that." Nathan kept his voice level, containing his eagerness. "Here is the deal; crawl over here, suck my cock and swallow my cum. Then we are done, you can get back on the team, and we never need to discuss that little incident in the gym again. Or say no and you are off the team and possibly expelled."
Without realising Connor was slowly stroking himself while Nathan spoke, he didn't know what was happening, didn't understand how he had gotten into this situation, or how to get out. But he didn't need to think, Nathan had told him how to get out of this, he knew what to do, he just had to do what he was told.
"No! I'm not a faggot! You come suck me, we both know you want to!"
"I'm not arguing with you Connor, make your choice are you on the team or off the team?"
With a sullen pout Connor slid off the chair and began crawling across the floor. He stopped in front of Nathan, who tried to restrain his eagerness as he pulled out his rock hard cock and presented it to Connor's unskilled mouth.
Connor bashed his teeth along his classmate, and coughed and spluttered every time he took more than an inch. But the feeling of his soft lips wrapped around Nathan's cock and the sight of his longtime bully naked on his knees more than made up for it. Nathan's breath came in rough gasps, finally he couldn't hold back, he grabbed Connor's head with both hands and pushed him down, forcing him to take Nathan's cock deeper and deeper, he choked and gagged but Nathan continued until the warm buzz built to an eruption. He pulled out just as he started spurting cum, holding Connor with one hand while stroking himself this the other. He caked Connor's face with warm teen cum. Connor gasped for breath and blinked in shock, unable to process what just happened.
"Let me see," Nathan gently held Connor's chin and turned his face left and then right, admiring his work. Holding him there he leant forward and slowly licked the cum-covered side of Connor's face, then turned him back to face each other and kissed the larger boy, roughly forcing the cum into his mouth. Suddenly Nathan stood, zipping himself up, he dropped a box of tissues on the floor next to Connor and headed for the door.
"Clean yourself up, faggot."
Connor burst to his feet in fury, then froze as he saw Jenson watching, a look of disgust on his face.
Nathan opened the door.
"Coach Jenson, Connor has given me a very heartfelt apology and needs a moment alone to compose himself. He can stay on the team though. For now."
Whistling cheerfully he walked away while Jenson turned and went to finish tidying the gym. By the time he returned Connor had also left. That was good, Jenson didn't think he could face the boy, he didn't want to face the horror of the truth. That if not for the cage Nathan had put on his cock while they had waited for Connor to arrive, Jenson would have been rock hard at the sight of Connor's hairy ass up in the air as he sucked Nathans cock.
That evening Connor lay in his room in the dark, still trying to process what had just happened. He got a message on his phone with an address and a video. The message said `Come here at 0600 tomorrow or everyone sees.' The video showed the events in Jenson's office. Connor watched it four times before finally succumbing to the urge he had tried to ignore. He had never had such a strong orgasm as the one he had that night.