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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 7
By R. A. Swain
Alan Adams stood by the pool watching his team winning their most recent meet. He held his clipboard in front of his crotch. He was more self-conscious than usual because he was wearing only a speedo, modified by his team after losing another bet. It had the lining removed, and was slightly smaller than he should wear, putting him more on display than usual. He glanced up at the bleachers and wondered what the spectators thought of him, of his attire. The thought of being stared at by those people, college students, some professors, turned him on. He secretly enjoyed knowing Danny West and the rest of his team had dared him to put himself on display as he were, and that they would be making him do other things later if they won the meet.
He worried a bit that he might be losing the respect of his students, but Dick Patterson, his fellow coach, assured him that he still had their respect. Danny has even told him as much the previous Saturday when he and Pete Cranston took him out for a little humiliation.
It had been late and he had already stripped down to his boxers for bed when the boys knocked on his door. He opened the door, figuring whoever it was at that hour wouldn't object to his boxers.
"Hey Coach," Danny West said, entering the apartment and casually groping Alan's cock through the thin material of his boxers.
Pete Cranston followed Danny in, also groping Alan through his boxers. "We just wanted to stop by and see if you wanted to go out for a late night drive thru run," Pete said.
Alan looked down at his boxers. "I don't know."
"Don't tell me a young guy like you is going to bed at this hour on a Saturday," Danny said.
Alan glanced at the clock. It wasn't really that late, but the drive thru would be closing soon. "I suppose I could go with you. Let me put some clothes on and I'll be right with you."
"No," Danny said. He and Pete exchanged glances and laughed. "I dare you to go just as you are, plus sneakers."
Alan shrugged. "I don't know."
"Come on Coach," Pete said. "We promise you can keep your boxers on at the drive thru." He laughed and glanced at Danny again.
Alan slipped his sneakers on and nodded. "Okay, I trust you."
"You should," Danny said. "You're our coach. We just want to have a little fun."
At the drive thru Danny ordered for them. "Hey Coach, do you want a thick shake?"
Alan looked at them. "Um guys, I don't have my wallet. You dared me to come out this way, remember?"
Danny ordered one anyway. "Well Coach, you'll just have to work it off some other way." He smirked and pulled up to the next window.
The kid at the window smiled. "Hey Danny."
"Hey Rat Breath." Danny snickered. "Coach, meet Pete's little brother. He's a high school senior."
"Hey little bro," Pete said, from the back seat. "Coach here is making us pay for his thick shake, but he's gonna do something for us in return."
Alan nervously glanced around. "Guys, you promised."
"Yeah Coach. We did." Danny said.
"Hey Rat Breath, what do you think the coach here should do to pay for his drink?" Pete asked.
His little brother smirked. "I'd make my coach pull his cock out and jerkoff."
"Hey Pete, your little brother been taking lessons from you?" Danny asked.
Pete laughed. "Yeah, jerkoff lessons."
"Shut up, dickwad," Pete's brother said.
"So," Danny said, turning to the coach. "You heard the drive thru help. He wants to see you jerkoff. I think a J/O show is a good way of paying for your drink."
Alan had a look of horror on his face. "Are you serious?"
Danny nodded. "Coach, you know you're going to do as I tell you."
Alan looked down at his crotch already starting to tent up in his boxers. His hand was already fishing in his fly. "Danny, I've got to maintain the team's respect."
"Coach, we respect you. Your trust of us is proven every time you accept a dare. We all really respect you for this," Danny said. "Now take your cock out and stroke it."
Alan felt a shiver running down his spine. He pulled his hand from his boxers, and took his cock out. He was half hard. He heard Pete's brother snicker and felt his cock throb. Being forced to display himself like this was turning him on ever more.
Pete's brother stepped back into the fast food place away from the window and called to his co-workers. "Hey guys, you've got to see this."
Two more high school kids appeared at the window and laughed. Alan felt his cock throb more. "Oh man, this is humiliating," he said.
Danny laughed. "Just wait."
Alan looked at him wondering what the college senior had in mind next.
"Coach, I dare you to get out and stand in front of my headlights and jerkoff." Danny said.
Alan's eyes widened. "Danny, please. Someone might see me."
Danny shrugged. "No one is coming now. The drive thru is closing, so we can play a little." He lowered his voice and growled. "Do it."
Alan felt a chill run through him and he opened the door of Danny's jeep and stepped out in front of the headlights, his cock bouncing in front of him. He watched Danny and Pete in the jeep and the three boys leaning out the drive thru window. He began stroking his cock.
The boys all laughed and giggled, and then they began to chant. "Coach. Coach. Coach."
Alan closed his eyes and began stroking faster, and felt cum building in his balls and shaft. He opened his eyes and looked down in time to see streams of cum shooting from the tip of his cock. He looked up at the guys watching him as they cheered. He felt both pride and humiliation at what he had just done.
The cheering from the bleachers brought him back to the present. He glanced down and realized he was almost fully hard in his speedo in front of all the spectators. He dropped the clipboard down in front of his crotch again. The team gathered around Danny slapping him on the back. He had won another meet.
Danny approached Alan and hugged him, pressing his crotch against Alan's. He smiled when he felt Alan's hard cock. "Nice boner, Coach. Can't wait to see it on the bus ride home."
Alan glanced around realizing Danny had every intention of him being naked on the bus ride home. He wondered what else Danny and the team had in store for him. He knew he'd made yet another naked bet with Danny, but he hadn't considered any of it beyond the promise of possibly seeing Danny jerkoff if he lost. He had seen Danny and Pete jerkoff, but not on a dare. In fact it was that same Saturday night he was remembering, and they only jerked off for a few moments before having what they called a "swordfight" in his mouth.
"Nice show, Coach," Pete said when Alan had returned to the jeep. Alan still had his cock hanging out. He was soft again, but still excited. The guys at the fast food place were still in the window.
"Hey Bro, bring your Coach around here any time you want," Pete's little brother said. His co-workers agreed, giving the thumbs up sign.
Danny pulled out of the parking lot and drove for a while, Alan still sitting there with his cock hanging out, still touching himself. Finally he drove back to Alan's apartment. The three men went back into the apartment, Alan never putting his cock back in his shorts.
"Well Coach," Danny said, "now you can finish paying Pete and I for your drink."
Alan looked at Danny, confused by this new turn of events. Danny reached out to Pete and pulled his t-shirt off. Pete did the same to Danny. He then opened Danny's broad shorts and let them drop to his ankles revealing his naked and hard cock. Danny did the same to Pete, rubbing his cock against Pete's when they were both naked.
"Take you boxers off now," Danny said.
Alan did as he was told, and watched Danny and Pete fisting their erections, their own and each others. He felt his cock growing again at the sight of the show being played out before him. Both young men walked over to the couch where Alan sat and waved their cocks in his face.
"On your knees, Coach," Danny ordered.
Alan leaned forward and sank to his knees in front of both young men.
"Now open your mouth," Danny ordered again.
Alan did as he was told and Danny thrust his thick shaft into Alan's mouth. While Danny fucked Alan's mouth Pete rubbed his cock against Alan's cheek. Next Danny pulled out of Alan's mouth and Pete shoved his cock in the coach's mouth. Alan struggled to take in as much cock as he could. Pete and Danny rubbed their cocks together, and then Alan took both tips in his mouth at once. He could barely fit one tip let alone two, but he managed.
"Yeah," Pete moaned. "Suck my cock."
"You're our cock slut," Danny said. Alan glanced up at the two young men dominating him. His cock was rock hard and leaking pre cum again. He took first one then the other cock in his mouth, kneeling on his living room floor. Each of the young men took turns fucking Alan's mouth, and then stepping back they began jerking each other off. It didn't take more than a few strokes and Pete was shooting his load on Alan's face. Danny watched Alan take the load and that caused him to shoot his load on Alan's face. They rubbed their cocks against Alan's face and he kissed the tips of each cock.
"Hey Coach, time to get naked," Danny said.
Alan looked around and realized he was now on the team bus and was facing an hour ride home. He looked at Dick Patterson, who was driving the bus. Dick snickered. "Your bet, buddy, your loss."
Alan shrugged and stripped off his speedo, his cock semi-hard and bobbing before him.
Danny and the team gave cat-calls. "Now walk down the aisle and let everyone have five strokes on your cock," Danny ordered. "Then you've got to edge all the way back home."
Alan felt humiliated as he walked down the center aisle of the bus stopping at each row and allowing each team member to stroke his cock and squeeze his balls. He shivered at the touch of each young man. Dylan Clark took special pleasure in slowly caressing Alan's cock and squeezing his balls. The sophomore rubbed his thumb around the tip of Alan's cock and across his piss slit. Alan shivered and pulled away as the bus moved on in the night.
He walked the length of the bus, being groped and stroked by each member of his team. Then he took up position in the front of the bus again and began stroking his cock.
"Forty-seven minutes of edging," Dick Patterson said. "If you cum you'll really be at the mercy of your team."
"I'll manage to hold out, but it'll be tough."
"If you can hold out, I'll blow you," Dick said. "If not, you blow me."
"I'll hold out."
Dick just smiled and turned back to watch the road. Alan sat on the edge of the front seat and stroked his cock as his team watched him. He felt a thrill of being on display in front of his team, and even more of a thrill of being forced to edge while his entire team watched him. His cock was extra hard at the thought of being watched. He didn't think it really mattered who was watching him. He knew he wanted to be on display to anyone who would watch.
The team sat with eyes glued to Alan's fist stroking his cock. Some snickered, and some had eyes glazed over with lust wishing they were stroking his cock, or sucking it. Alan knew he could hold out for the ride home because he was more excited by being put on display. The more Danny and the team humiliated him the more he liked it. He had to talk with Dick after the bus ride, but until then he'd just enjoy his humiliation.
End Chapter 7