Coach Patterson's Piss Punishment

Coach Patterson's Piss Punishment

by R. A. Swain

Coach Richard Patterson stood at the end of the bank of lockers, arms folded across his barrel chest, a scowl on his face as his college football team trooped in from practice. He singled out his star quarterback, Harold Bradley, laughing and cutting up with his teammates as he entered the locker room.

"Bradley!" Coach Patterson barked. "What kind of a performance do you call today's pathetic practice?"

Harry stopped laughing. His brown eyes and dark hair glistened under the lights. "Coach, I think it was a piss pour performance, if you ask me."

Coach Patterson sneered. "Yes, Bradley. Your performance was pretty piss poor."

"Mine?" Harry asked. He was stunned. "I thought you meant the rest of these slackers. I'm your star player."

Coach Patterson shook his head. "Bradley, I'll say one thing for you. You've got ego."

"I was giving it my all out there today," Harry replied.

"Well if that's your all, then we are in deep."

"Coach, I'm the best you've got. If these other guys could follow directions we'd be much better," Harry said.

"Fuck you, Bradley," fellow teammate Hank Collins shouted out from the back of the locker room.

"Watch your mouth, Collins," Coach Patterson warned. "Mr. Bradley here has a problem with ego, and apparently doesn't know how important it is to trust and be trusted by your teammates."

"No I don't, Coach." Harry snapped. "I'm just stating the facts. I'm good."

"Bradley, I think you need a little humbling," Coach Patterson said. He ran his hand over his buzz cut blonde hair. "Get out of that uniform, pronto!"

"Coach?" Harry was confused.

"I said strip! You're about to be punished for insubordination," Coach Patterson explained. "A little humiliation will do you good."

As Harry stripped off his uniform and equipment, down to his jockstrap, he realized the eyes of his teammates were on his taut muscular body. He was 22, and in excellent shape. A solid frame, tight butt, sturdy legs, and a muscular chest, all coated in fine dark hair. "Okay Coach," he said. "Now what?"

"Get over in the shower area, Bradley. You're going to get a piss punishment."

Harry's eyes grew wide. "Coach! Please. I'm sorry I mouthed off a little, blowing my own horn. I don't deserve that."

"Mouthed off a little? You trash talked your teammates, and blew your own horn like fuckin' Gabriel. Now you're going to get over in that shower area and kneel down, and your teammates and I are going to administer a piss punishment," Coach Patterson explained. "Or you're benched for the next game."

Harry opened his mouth and closed it. He hung his head in dejection as he slowly shuffled to the shower area trying to figure out if he stood a chance of not popping a boner and totally embarrassing himself in front of his teammates?

In the shower area he knelt down and placed his hands on top of his head, and prayed he would be able to control his excitement over the coach's unorthodox methods of punishment. He watched as Coach Patterson stepped up in front of him and his teammates gathered around behind the coach in various stages of undress. His eyes widened again as the coach reached for his zipper and pulled it down. "Coach, are you gonna piss on me too?" he asked.

Coach Patterson smiled down at him. "It's for your own good, Bradley." He said, reaching into his pants and hauling out what looked to Harry and the rest of the team to be a long, thick soft cock bigger than any of their own. They knew he was bigger then their own because they had all sized each other up in the showers on a daily basis, some with semi wood, and once in a while one or two with full raging boners. They each knew that none of them measured up to the coach.

Bradley closed his eyes and waited. In a second he felt the hot golden stream of piss hit him square in the center of the chest, and then working down his stomach and finally soaking his jockstrap. He felt his cock begin to grow.

After the Coach unloaded his bladder he stepped back, but didn't immediately put his cock back in his pants. "Collins, you're next," he ordered.

"Can I piss in his face?" Hank Collins asked.

"No, this is a lesson in mutual trust," Coach Patterson explained. "Aim for his jock. He seems to like that."

Harry caught the coach's snide tone as he spoke and realized Coach Patterson had spotted his growing hard-on. He only hoped having the rest of his teammates piss on him wouldn't add to his excitement. He looked up at Hank, who had also stripped down to his jock, sporting a physique almost mirroring Harry's except for bright red hair and pale freckled skin. He watched him tug his jock aside and reveal a long thin cock that seemed to be slightly fluffed up, surrounded by an orange bush. He saw the golden stream exit the mushroom tip of his teammate's cock and closed his eyes, as he felt the hot liquid hit his own jock.

He willed his cock to stop growing but it was not working. After three more of his teammates emptied their bladders on him, his jock was bulging out too far not to be noticed. Add to that the fact that once the jock was wet it was transparent and he knew that everyone of his teammates could see his hard-on.

"Hey, it looks like he's enjoying this," Woodrow Smith said, as he hauled out his long thick black cock which probably came close to rivaling the Coach's in size, but which he himself felt sure was still smaller than Coach Patterson's.

Coach Patterson appreciated the view of the huge cocks he'd been seeing. Although he had seen them in and around the locker room many times, he was really enjoying this view. "You're right, Woodrow. I think Bradley likes being pissed on. Do you like being pissed on, Bradley?"

"Coach, no sir." Harry answered trying to sound as convincing as he could.

"Can you explain that bulge in you jockstrap?"

"Coach, I can't." Harry sounded meek.

"Take off the jock," Coach Patterson ordered.

Harry froze. "Coach, please."

"You heard me Mr. Bradley. Strip off the jock and show us your boner."

Harry reluctantly stood up and stripped off the piss soaked jock, letting his cock snap back against his damp stomach. His teammates let out catcalls and whistled. A few made lewd comments. Harry felt himself turning red with embarrassment, and excitement. He loved the fact he was being displayed like this before his teammates. He knelt down again in front of Woodrow and closed his eyes as his teammate began unleashing his bladder on Harry's damp pubic hair and balls.

Harry released a moan as the stream of golden liquid hit his balls, and he bit his lip, but it was too late. Everyone, including the coach heard him.

"That's it boys," Coach Patterson said. "Aim for his balls."

Oh God, Harry thought. If it takes much longer I'll blow my load right here in front of them. He felt stream after stream of piss splattering against his nut sack, and fought back the moans of pleasure. Finally the punishment ended. He knelt there before his entire team, his cock throbbing with pleasure.

"Bradley, this has taken a different turn," Coach Patterson said.

"Make him jerk off in front of us," Hank Collins said with a laugh. He had stripped off his own jock was boning up himself.

Harry shot him a hateful glance, but saw most of his teammates were now naked and slightly aroused. He looked back to the coach, his eyes pleading, but he wasn't sure what it was he was pleading for? Did he want to be made to jerk himself off in front of all his friends? Deep down he did. He knew he wanted it, but he also felt humiliated by his desire to be humiliated.

Coach Patterson was silent for a moment. He looked around him at his team of young titans, most naked or nearly naked, sporting various stages of erection and coming together in a form of bonding he had tried to achieve earlier in the season. He tugged his own shirt off over his head, revealing his massive chest, and began to shed his pants.

"Bradley, you will lay on your back, on the floor and your teammates and I will circle around you. You will stroke that hard cock of yours until you blow your load all over yourself. While you're doing that, putting on a good show for all of us, we will be jerking off as well, and emptying our loads on you." He explained what was about to take place, and no one, not even Harry Bradley objected.

Coach Patterson went on. "It seems all of you are enjoying this, so as of now, the worst player of each practice will be subjected to Mr. Bradley's punishment, or pleasure. And if you all join together and bring us to a championship season, I will submit to the entire piss punishment."

All eyes turned to the coach.

"Are you serious?" Woodrow asked. "If we win the championship, you'll allow us to piss on you and cum on you?"

Coach Patterson finished stripping off his own jock and began stroking his cock. "You have my word on it. Now Bradley, assume your position."

Harry rolled onto his back on the piss soaked shower floor, and began stroking his cock, now damp with precum.

"Really get into it," Coach Patterson ordered.

Harry began pinching his nipples with his free hand, and explored his ass like he would do when he was alone in his bed in the dorm. He thrust his hips upward and finger fucked himself with his middle finger, while he looked up at his teammates circling around him stroking their cocks. He was overwhelmed by the scene of all those hot hard bodies naked and stroking their cocks above him. He felt cum boiling in his balls and starting to rise in his shaft. He moaned again and shot stream after stream of his cum all over his hairy chest, stomach, face, cock and balls.

It was the most intense orgasm he ever experienced, alone or with a partner. He slumped back on the floor and looked up at his teammates who were cheering him on, and moan themselves as they began to let loose with their own loads of team spirit. Collins shot his load next, watching it splatter down on Harry's cock and stomach. Man after man blew their loads, mostly aiming for Harry's cock and balls. It took several more moments before Coach Patterson was ready to shoot.

He moaned and his fist pumped the length of his cock. He double fisted his cock, pumping with both hands, realizing his entire team was watching him perform the most intimate thing a man can do with himself, and he enjoyed the feeling as he shot his load across Harry's body, on his balls, his cock, his stomach and his chest.

Harry had continued to play with himself as his teammates had stroked and handled their own cocks until they had covered him in cum, and he was once again hard and ready. He stroked his cum covered cock and played with his hairy cum covered balls, enjoying the felling of being a piss and cum pig in front of his teammates and his coach. He enjoyed the feeling of knowing his coach was getting into it as much as was he and his teammates even more.

Harry pumped his hand up and down his shaft, listening to his teammates and his coach cheering him on, encouraging him to shoot.

"Yeah man, pump that cock," Hank said, still stroking his own spent tool.

"Jerk it, man," said Woodrow.

"That's it, boy, stroke your meat for us." Coach Patterson said, still tugging on his own erection that hadn't gone down.

Harry pumped his cock, squeezing the shaft and playing with his balls until he blew his second load in front of all eyes upon him. He loved the feeling of having been watched and been cum on by his friends.

"All right now," Coach Patterson said. He reached for the shower knobs and turned them on. "Let's get cleaned up." He was still stroking his cock, as were most of the other young men. He reached out and offered Harry a hand.

Harry reached up and took the coach's hand. He was pulled to his feet. Coach Patterson guided Harry under the shower, and the other guys all retired to their own shower nozzles. Coach Patterson pumped out several hands full of soap from the dispenser and began applying it to himself and to Harry. He moved closer as he washed his star quarterback, his erection rubbing against Harry's ass and then rubbing against Harry's own cock.

Harry glanced around and saw several of his teammates watching them, and also enjoying a communal shower, applying soap to each other, paying special attention to each other's cocks. He took a handful of liquid soap and applied it to the coach's throbbing cock. It was the first time he had ever touched another guy's cock, and he could barely wrap his hand around the coach's thick shaft, but he managed, pumping it a few times.

He heard Hank Collins and Woodrow Smith moaning as they stroked each other off to a second ejaculation. He watched them standing facing each other, pumping each other's cocks, rubbing them together and Hank wrapping his hand around both cocks as he jerked them to climax together. He looked into the coach's eyes and squeezed the huge member in his hand.

"Use both hands," Coach Patterson ordered.

Harry took the coach's cock in both hands, and pumped it for all he was worth. He saw the look of pleasure on the coach's face, and heard the coach softly moan his name as he shot his second load, his cum splattering against Harry's stomach and cock once again.

"Yeah, Harry." Coach Patterson whispered. "Jerk me off. Make me cum again."

Harry looked down between himself and the coach at the coach's huge cock as he blasted several more ribbons of cum from his large mushroom tip. He marveled at how the piss slit seemed to pulse with each spurt of hot white cum, until it just dribbled out and ran down his hands and the length of the coach's shaft.

"That's it, Bradley. I expect you to stop by my office on your way out tonight. I'm gonna want to give you some personal attention in the future. Do you think you're up for it?"

Harry smiled. "I'm up for whatever you throw at me, coach," Harry replied.

"Your ego's as big as my cock," Coach Patterson said with a laugh. "We'll see if you can handle anything I throw at you."

Harry turned and felt the coach run his hands over his star quarterback's chest and stomach, pausing to pinch Harry's nipples, and wash away the cum on his cock. He felt the coach's cock rub against his ass, as the coach reached around to squeeze Harry's cock, and wash him thoroughly.

"Think you're gonna take this team to the championship?" Coach Patterson asked.

"If it gives me a chance to unload my bladder on you, and shot my load on you, in front of all these guys, you're damn straight we're going all the way to a championship season." Harry replied, as the coach squeezed his balls.

The End