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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 20
By R. A. Swain
The doorbell rang and Danny West smiled to himself. Right on time, he thought. He knew it was Dylan Clark, there to pay up on the bet he lost to Danny. This was much more than Dylan realized, but Danny was going to enjoy every minute of it, no matter what happened. He had played out several scenarios in his mind, and was ready for anything. He wore a pair of cargo shorts over his boxers and walked barefoot to the door. "Hey man, right on time," he said as he opened it.
Dylan stood on the porch looking a bit dejected. "Yeah, well, I never welsh on a bet." He said as Danny ushered him in. "Ya know if I'd won I would've fucked you in front of the entire team."
"Maybe I'll do that next time, but I wanted to go easy on you. I'm feeling generous." Danny said. "Do you want a beer?"
Dylan nodded. "Sure. Maybe it'll ease the pain."
Danny smiled. "Yeah, my cock is pretty big. I'm sure your tight ass is gonna be sore after I pound you." He walked to the kitchen and got a couple of beers, tossing one to Dylan. "Let's go up to my room."
Dylan didn't say a word as he opened his beer and followed Danny up the stairs to his bedroom. Inside he looked around. It was a room like most college guys had, lots of electronic equipment, computer, television, stereo all the essentials for entertainment. "So how do you wanna do this?" he asked.
Danny chuckled. "Relax man. You act like you're about to be executed instead of riding the Danny West pleasure pole."
Dylan groaned and smiled at Danny's comment. "You didn't actually call you cock a pleasure pole, did you?"
Danny nodded. "I sure did. Why don't we start out slow? Sit on the corner of the bed there, after you strip down to you undies."
Dylan hung his head in dejection once again, tugged his t-shirt off over his head then dropped his cargo shorts to reveal boxers with the college logo on them. Danny grinned. "Nice display of school spirit."
"Thanks," Dylan said. He sat back on the corner of the bed. "Now what?"
"Take your cock and balls out of your boxers and play with yourself."
Dylan did as Danny requested, reaching into his boxers and pulling his hefty tool from its confines. He leaned back and began pulling on his cock, tugging it and stroking it until he was rock hard. Danny stood across the room watching the sophomore stroke his cock, feeling his own cock growing in his shorts. He was definitely planning on enjoying this on more than one level. "That's good," he said. He walked over to the bed and stood next to it. "Now take my pants off."
Dylan reached out and opened Danny's pants, pulled down his fly and revealed Danny too was wearing boxers with the school logo on them. "Nice display of school spirit," he said.
"Yeah. Now take my cock out and suck it. And keep stroking your cock." Danny directed.
Dylan looked up at Danny. "Man, I really didn't expect this. I figured you'd just fuck me, maybe without lube to punish me for being a jerk to you lately, but you're going easy on me."
"I know, and you wouldn't have gone easy on me at all. Now shut up and suck my cock. Get it nice and wet. I might not use lube if you get me really wet."
Dylan looked at Danny. "Seriously?"
Danny smiled. "Don't worry man, I'm gonna lube up cause I'm using a condom. I just wanna feel you hot lips on my cock. Give me some head and then we're gonna really play."
Dylan wasn't sure what to think. He knew he had wanted to suck Danny's cock, and to fuck Danny's ass. He also knew he had lost big time and Danny had something up his sleeve, so to speak. He took Danny's throbbing cock tip in his mouth and gently ran his tongue around it. Maybe, he figured, if he was really good Danny would go easy on him the whole time. He slowly tightened his lips around the shaft of Danny's cock and began bobbing his head along the length of the long, hard cock.
Danny moaned a bit, and thrust his hips forward slightly. He placed his hand on the back of Dylan's head and began slowly fucking his face. Looking down at Dylan he marveled at how hot it was to see his own cock disappearing into Dylan's mouth, only to reappear seconds later as Dylan sucked his dick. He looked down at Dylan's other hand on his own cock stroking as Danny had told him to do. Maybe it was just the physical reaction, but Danny got the impression Dylan was enjoying paying up on the bet.
After several minutes of what Danny considered killer head he stopped Dylan. "Okay man, strip off your shorts and mine then grab the lube off the nightstand. I want you to kneel on the edge of the bed and lube up your own ass," Danny directed as he took a condom from a pack on his desk, opened it and rolled it down the length of his massive cock.
Dylan grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some out into his hand. He gently rubbed it over his throbbing hole and positioned himself on the bed as Danny requested. Danny took the lube and poured some on his cock, coating the sheathed shaft before pressing the tip of his cock against Dylan's waiting hole.
Dylan looked back at Danny, fear in his eyes. "Man, please go ease. I haven't been fucked."
"Ever?"
"Ever. You're taking my cherry."
Danny took some lube and put it on his fingers. He began gently poking at Dylan's hole. "I want you to remember this," he said. "I'm loosening you up a bit."
Dylan drew in a deep breath as he felt Danny's middle finger enter his sphincter. "Ow, that hurts."
"Just relax. I'm gonna fuck you. You lost the bet. I'm just trying to make it easier on you," Danny said. He pulled back and then pushed his middle finger and index finger into Dylan's hole.
"Ouch! Man, that really hurts."
"Relax. If you don't relax your sphincter muscles my cock is really gonna hurt you."
"Please," Dylan said. "Just get this over with."
Danny shrugged. "All right. If that's the way you want it." He pressed the tip of his cock against Dylan's asshole, poured more lube on it and then pushed hard.
Dylan shouted. "Oh God! That hurts. Take it out! Please!"
Danny pushed his cock the full length of his shaft all the way into Dylan. "Shut up! You lost the bet. Now pay up." He didn't move once he was all the way in Dylan's ass. He stood perfectly still and held Dylan still. "Relax you sphincter muscles."
"No man! It hurts." Dylan cried out. He tried to pull away from Danny but the senior held on to him tight.
"Don't move." Danny ordered. "It'll be easier if you don't squirm around. Just relax for a minute." He didn't move for a moment, and then slowly pulled out of Dylan about half the way, then thrust forward again.
"Oh God, that burns," Dylan said. "My ass is on fire."
"No it's not," Danny said. "Just relax and the pain will subside. It'll feel good. I want you to like this, because I intend to have your ass whenever I want it." "No way," Dylan replied. "This was a one time deal."
"Yeah, but I'm enjoying it."
"No way," Dylan repeated, slowly getting into the rhythm of Danny's thrusts. He moaned.
"Is it starting to feel good?" Danny asked.
Dylan shook his head. "It's starting to hurt less. Just get this over with."
Danny thrust a little harder and slapped Dylan's ass. "I won this bet, and I'm in control right now. You'll take it however I want it."
Dylan yelped as he felt Danny's hand on his ass cheek. "Man, please. Go easy."
"You would've done this to me in front of the entire team and the coaches. You would've fucked me hard and fast and it would've hurt a lot worse than what I'm doing to you," Danny said.
Dylan shook his head. "No man, I wouldn't have hurt you. I swear. I would've been easy on you."
"Liar," Danny said. He slapped Dylan's ass cheek again and began thrusting faster. "I'll bet you would've slam fucked me. Do you know what that is?"
Dylan shook his head, panic in his voice. "No! Please."
Danny thrust faster still, his balls slapping against Dylan's. "Don't worry, Dylan, I won't do that to you. Not this time. Some other time."
"This is a one time thing," Dylan said. "I'll never bet my ass again against you."
"Oh?"
Dylan groaned. "Please, slow up."
Danny smiled to himself. "Your ass feels so tight. I'll go slower, that way this'll last longer."
Dylan shook his head again. "No! I mean, please. Can't I suck you cock instead?"
Danny picked up speed and thrust harder. "I'm gonna pull out and cum on your ass."
Dylan felt relieved when he heard those words. "Please do it."
"Say it!" Danny demanded. "Say what you want me to do."
"Pull your cock out and cum on my ass," Dylan said.
"Louder," Danny said.
"Pull your cock out and cum on my ass!" Dylan shouted.
Danny laughed and pulled his cock out of Dylan's tight ass. He pulled the condom off and stroked his cock several times before his first shot of cum splattered across Dylan's ass. It was quickly followed by several more ribbons of cum all landing on Dylan's ass and back. Dylan was panting and just relived to have the big cock out of his ass.
Danny spurted several more times on Dylan's ass before slapping his cock against Dylan's hot skin. "Man you were tight. That was awesome."
"I'm glad you thought so," Dylan said, slumping down on his stomach on the bed.
Danny grabbed Dylan's shorts and wiped his ass with them. "You can wear these home."
"Thanks," Dylan said, the sarcasm dripping in his tone. "Man, this really hurt."
"Get used to it. Once the whole team finds out about this everyone's gonna want a piece of your ass," Danny said with a laugh.
Dylan paled. "No. Please, Danny. Please don't tell them."
"I won't for now, on one condition."
Dylan shook his head. "No. I can't take your cock up my ass again."
"That's not the condition. And you will take my cock up your ass again when I want it, but that's not what you have to do to save yourself from becoming team butt boy," Danny said.
"What do I have to do?" Dylan asked.
"I'm not gonna tell you right now. You owe me for my silence. When I'm ready I'll tell you what you'll have to do, or who. You're going to be mine one way or another." Danny answered with an evil grin on his face.
Dylan pulled on his shorts. "Ya know if I deny it no one will believe you."
Danny turned to face Dylan. "Oh yes they will. I taped the whole thing. It downloaded right into my computer. All I have to do is press one button and it'll be e-mailed to everyone on the team."
Dylan looked around the room and spotted the camcorder on the desk next to Danny's computer. "That's not on."
"Oh yes it is," Danny said, adding, "I also have your father's e-mail. Do you think he'd like to see his son taking it up the ass from me?" Danny spat out the last bit of threat with a little more vehemence than he intended.
Dylan looked at his team mate. "Come on, Danny. We're team mates. Sure we've got a little rivalry, but we're buds. Aren't we?"
Danny softened his tone. "Sure we are, Dylan; now that I've got you where I want you. You can go make bets with anyone else on the team, fuck them if they lose, but you will be my private butt boy."
Dylan shook his head. "I don't believe this. I can't believe you'd blackmail me."
"Don't put it that way. Just think of it as my way of holding on to top dog position." Danny said, adding, "I promise you'll get used to my cock up your ass. And if you're good I won't tell anyone."
Dylan hung his head. "Man, this is wrong. It's just wrong." He grabbed his cargo shorts and pulled them on, then took his t-shirt and stormed out.
Danny heard the front door slam and looked out his window at Dylan's house across the street. He wondered if Dylan's father had watched the action? He knew the elder Clark was home. He saw his car in the driveway. He half expected Dylan's father to come barging in when he saw what Danny was doing to his son. Maybe he wasn't watching? No matter, Danny thought. Mr. Clark would eventually see the DVD of it. Danny was going to get even with the man for blackmailing him one way or another. And maybe even make some profit on it.
He sat down at his computer and opened the file. Sitting back in his chair he watched the video of himself fucking Dylan and tugged on his cock. He felt hornier than he had in a while and decided to enjoy a second cum of the night.
End Chapter 20
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