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I managed to stay away from Dr. West for days after. That is, until my dad got a call, saying the doctor may have gotten me in a basketball house-league, from one of the local colleges.
I had completely forgotten about asking Dr. West if he could get me in, as, in the summer, they allowed non-students to play in this competitive league. The doctor lectured a class there, and I hoped he could get me a spot.
Dad said, that Dr. West had set up an appointment for me with the coach for later that night.
I showered, and got there at 7 o'clock, as told.
RINGING the doorbell to the two-storey house, it was answered by the coach himself.
He stood about 6'5 or so, I would guess. Tall black dude, with a shaved head. He stood in a white shirt which wrapped around his "in-shape" chest. There was no hiding his man-nips, as the tight shirt made both nipples protrude. Basketball shorts, and white socks completed his outfit.
"Come in, son."
I walked with him to his den.
He proceeded to ask me a number of questions of my basketball experience, who I had played with, whether I played guard much, etc.
As we spoke, a tall younger man walked into the room. The Coach introduced me to his son, James. I had guessed the coach to be in his 30s, but his son looked to be mid-to-late 20s, so now not sure of the ages at all.
The younger black man passed me a drink as his dad kept the basketball questions coming.
In 10 minutes? Things started to change.
I had mentioned when I was with Dr. West, that I had felt like I had been drugged to become so turned-on. This time, I had no doubt.
A warmth suddenly enveloped my body, and I, quickly, was trying to focus.
The son, had pulled his socks off. His huge feet were leaning on a table, so his toes were visible over the top.
He wriggled them towards me.
"See anything that may have caught your attention? Yeah, I think Dr. West might have mentioned something about us maybe having a toe-bitch on the squad this summer."
James laughed, as he saw, that even in my drugged-state, I was SHOCKED, that the doctor would have told the coach about our night. AND that he, had in turn, told his son.
I wanted badly to get the hell out. But my body felt detached from my legs. My dick had lengthened in my underwear, and my eyes were riveted to James' big feet.
I leaned towards the coach as he sat on the couch. He had an arm around me. I looked down, but was unable to even stop him, as he lifted my shirt over my pecs.
The coach took his thumb and forefinger and put both of my nipples between them, Pinching. Pulling. Nail-scratching the tits.
The coach talked to me in a high-mocking voice as he worked my nipples.
"Yeah, Bitch. I like big white jocks like you that moan when your titties are played with. Or maybe you whimpering cause you hungry for those feet over there. Fuck James, look at these big pink tits!"
The coach took his index and middle finger and trapped my tit in-between. Making the erect nipple-tip stick out. Then going back to roughly SCRATCH at the sensitive ends.
I babbled at him to "STOP!".
Instead of stopping, the coach stood, and quickly got my shirt over my head.
As I started to fall back on the couch, James quickly scooted besides me, so I leaned back on him.
He continued from where his dad had stopped. His long fingers started mauling at my pecs. As if trying to get something off them, James FLICKED at the tips.
James had pushed my hands to the side. Though I wanted to, I could not bring them up to stop the molesting of my nipples. The position actually had my chest sticking out. Obviously, put there for easy access to my tits for the coach and his son.
I watched helplessly as the coach got busy taking the rest of my clothes off. Socks, shorts and boxers were soon dragged off my defenceless body.
"Fuck Dad, looks like we got our guest a little excited."
"We certainly did, son. That white boy-cock throbbing. Dr. West was right too! Look at that dick drip that ooze. All over his pubes."
"Speaking about pubes, I think our white boy needs a little trimming down there, Dad."
"The way that bitch moaning, I think he agrees," the coach answered,
He walked out of the room.
My moans were actually only part moans of protest, as I couldn't stop reacting from the non-stop abuse of my tit-tips! James just continued to pull and knead the nipple to keep me steadily groaning.
The coach returned with a small basin full of water, shaving cream and a razor.
Meanwhile, James wriggled his tall body under mine. My listless legs on top of his. I was unable to stop at he STRETCHED his legs out. Making my own legs spread to their limits. I was held onto his body, with my nuts now swaying loose between my legs.
James returned to my tits. Fingers of both hands all over my pecs. He had purposely placed his huge feet, so MY dogs lay on top of them. He WRIGGLED his big toes up and down my foot.
Me, powerless to stop the teasing, could only GROAN LOUDER!
"Better not be moving too much, bitch. Wouldn't wanna cut those pretty balls of yours."
With that, the coach QUICKLY went to work on my hairy nuts.
It was not a gentle shaving of my sac!
The coach yanked, milked, or slapped my nuts around, as he shaved. One ball, or both, always in his fingers as he scraped off (to my horror) ALL of my pubic hair!
As I lazily looked down my bod, my hard cock seemed SO exposed. At full thickness, sticking straight-out from my smooth lower belly.
My nipples felt swollen. Tips tingling from the abuse. My feet may as well have been tied to the son's huge dogs. I was unable to remove them from the constant teasing!
The coach wrapped his fingers around my nuts. Pulling my shaved balls hard enough,so my stiff dick was yanked. He brought the soapy water up. Washing my sac of any stray hairs.
I watched as the coach grabbed twine. Bound my shaved balls apart first, and then together.
He then grabbed a package he had brought with him from the bathroom. My eyes lazily read on the box, "Cock/Ball Sling". Moments later I knew what that was!
The coach opened the contraption around the base of my hard cock. Then snapping it shut, so it was SNUG around the shaft. Meanwhile, my tied balls were trapped at the bottom. There was a hole, where my sac was able to fall through. Shaved balls exposed, but snugly held by the sling.
James manoeuvred his way from under me. Grabbing my arm, he forced me to stand on wobbly legs.
He pushed my body down, while kicking my leg. So I was face down on a table, with my bare ass in the air.
Dr. West had obviously told them about ALL of our encounter, as James began SPANKING my ass.
Making sure to make my meaty butt JIGGLE with each SLAP.
Though drugged, I WOULD have been crying-out, if not that James had grabbed my head. Made me lift it. And the coach promptly shoved his socked-foot on my face!
Forced to SNIFF as my ass was reddened by the young black dude.
"Yeah smell it, fucker!"
I had no choice but to do as told! My head wasn't able to move from it's spot.
I could actually feel the heat emanating from my red buns. The SLAPS only stopped, when James grabbed the back of my head again. Finally lifting my face from his dad's sock.
Making me stand, I could hear them mocking me as they pointed to my dick, which seemed to have gotten even thicker. My piss-slit swollen from the drips of pre that have been forced out of my tied sac.
James holding my hands behind my back. (Though in the drug state I was in, I could hardly have escaped). Other hand on my hair. Holding my head back. Once again forcing my pecs to stick out.
The coach took advantage. His fingers grabbing my tit-tip. Pulling them out. Letting them go. Only to pull them straight out again.
"You like that bitch? No? Well you certainly moaning like you are! Your cock is rock hard!"
The coach SLAPPED my dick with one hand, while keeping his tit-play on my sensitive pecs.
Through glazed eyes, I watched the coach pull his tee off. His chest smooth, but for a patch of hairs around his naval. As I had noticed when I had entered, his man-nips stuck-out.
He lifted an arm. Putting his hand behind his head. Same time James shoved my face in that hairy pit.
'LICK, BITCH! Want to feel that fucking tongue! James you grab his tits, I got his head here."
With one hand, the coach held my face firmly in his pit, while his son went back to abusing my sore nipples.
Though not wanting to lick, my groans were keeping my mouth open, and thus inadvertently, doing as ordered.
Satisfied when one pit done, the coach changed arms. Again forcing me to service.
"Dad that is one hot white ass rubbing against my shorts here. I think the bitch wants cock up that pussy."
"James, we promised Dr. West that we wouldn't fuck that cunt. Here take your shirt off. Give him some more pits to service".
I was passed to the younger dude. Again my face pushed in the pit.
The Coach meanwhile took some hard SLAPS of my big buns. Laughing as he could hear my muffled cries in the pit.
"Fuck boy, that is one spankable white ass! Look at that butt ripple. I think coach gonna have you over his knee alot this summer. Two big round cherries!"
Once James' pits had been licked to their satisfaction, my head was pulled away. I fell slowly down. Trying to get my brain to focus. Moaning as my red hot buns cooled-down a bit, by the tiled floor.
The coach lifted me by my arms. I was thrown on my back onto a small bean-bag type of chair.
I was positioned with my arms pushed back, so again my pecs were sticking out. My legs which were mostly still on the floor, were lifted a bit at the knee, and spread back, so my shaved crotch was totally exposed.
Like Dr. West had done when I was with him, I was in front of a TV and porn was put on the screen behind me.
Both black dudes stripped naked.
Being able to compare both guys, as James had the same hairy belly as his dad. Both of their cut dicks looked identical in length.
They both sat in front of me, so they could watch the TV over my head.
Again, the coach talked in a high-mocking voice, as James laughed.
'Look boy. We got just what you want. C'mon open your eyes. There you go. Yeah, that gets you moaning, doesn't it, you horny fucking toe-bitch!"
When I had pried my half-closed eyes open, inches from my face was James' huge foot.
He forced his big toe between my lips, with orders to "SUCK".
Toes from his other foot, found my swollen nipples. Flicking on the tips, as my muffled groans filled the room.
The coach meanwhile, put his huge feet to use as well. Toes from one foot having wrapped around my sticky cock-head. The other foot mauling my tied nuts.
James and his dad mocked me. Laughing at my humiliation.
I watched as they stroked their thickening black rods. I could only guess at the length of those pricks. Both bigger then my 7.5 inch rod for sure!
Both men were staring at straight porn on the television, yet, seeming also to get off on the foot-domination they were forcing on me.
I had no real concept of time. The toe-teasing/edging of my bod had me dizzy.
Both men took turns keeping a big toe firmly in my mouth. Sometimes forcing a licking of pre, as toes worked my piss-slit for that goo.
My nipples were sore. Itchy and red from the constant nail-scratches.
My dick was a fat wet slab in the Cock/Ball Sling. Throbbing by the incessant "foot-handling". Both men, so rough, with their huge dogs.
"Holy Fuck son, you have him whimpering around my toe, what you doing down there?"
"HA-HA-HA! Just teasing that tight looking little cunt, Dad! Look at his dick ooze. I think the bitch likes that!"
In the position I had been put in the bean-bag chair, I was spread out with my legs pushed back. My smooth asshole exposed. James kept one of his huge toes rubbing around the bared lips.
Coach also laughed, "Dr. West never said we couldn't TEASE that fuck-hole, son."
My ass having never felt such sensations, puckered in defence. Which only caused James to double his efforts. Continuously trying to pry that tight hole open, as I squirmed around.
"What's the matter, bitch? Don't like my toe teasing your cunt? Way you sucking my dad's big toe, I can see you fucking love it! Yeah bitch, your dick just dripping with juice."
My stiff meat was being slapped around by James' sole. The dick-sling keeping my cream in my throbbing pecker, but the piss-slit, still oozing that cock-snot.
I was left there panting when the teasing suddenly stopped. In a horny daze, I watched as the coach went to change DVDs', while James walked away for a drink.
Feeling like the mild-roofie had weakened a bit, I tried to lift myself up off the bean-bag.
However, I didn't get far. James re-entered the room just as I was getting up to stand.
"What the fuck? Get down there bitch!"
He shoved me on my stomach over the chair.
The coach lifted a foot. Mashed it up against my face.
James meantime pressed his foot on my head. Keeping me in place - sniffing his father's sole, as he SPANKED my exposed ass.
"Shut up bitch! Keep that white ass in the air! C'mon Fucker! Sniff that foot! Lick it!"
I was unable to move my face. I obediently smelled and licked.
Meanwhile, my buns were getting SLAPPED. James again making that round butt wriggle.
The coach removed his foot from my tongue. Scooting down, he lifted my head up by the hair. Forcing his hard cock between my lips!
James sat back down. Again his bare foot on the back of my neck. Making me swallow his dad's black dong.
The older dude rocked his hips. Fucking my mouth with his hard prick. Fortunately he would not force it deep, as I was defenceless to stop the face-fuck with James holding my head in place.
James SLAPPED my ass with the sole of his foot.
"Arch your back, bitch! Stick that fat ass out!"
He rested one of his feet on his ankle, and then made me push my asscrack back on his toes. I YELPED around that dick fucking my mouth, as James made his big toe tease my hole.
I was GROANING! Unable to move my head, and forced to push my spread cheeks back on that wriggling toe!
Only minutes went by, when the coach and his son switched places. This time, James' fat cock spread my lips. Not before he made me kiss that dick all over. Laughing at me as I worshipped it.
"Holy fuck son, big jock boy leaking a pool here. No question, white bitch loves black cock!"
The coach passed a big toe in my pre which had dripped down the side of the bean bag. Unlike his son, who just teased my pucker, the coach roughly WORKED it!
I GROANED around that dick lodged in my mouth, as coach tried to get his pre-wet big toe to penetrate my hole.
I moved my ass frantically. The coach had used his son's technique of holding my face on that dick, with one foot. So I was unable to move very far.
He SLAPPED his sole on my red buns to get me to stop squirming.
Meanwhile, I was SLURPING on that dick in my mouth. Slobbering around it as James moaned with lust. Enjoying the humming sensations around his shaft.
I could taste the gooey pre-semen from the son's pole. His piss-slit keeping it dripping on my tongue.
"Ah Fuck Dad! His lips too tight around my meat! So Good!"
"Son, he's got tight lips all over. No way will that asshole let me in!", the coach added laughing.
He rested one foot on my red-hot ass as he laid back down stroking his cock. Watching, as his son fucked my mouth with his hard dick.
"His mouth so hot. Man, what a cocksucker! Bitch loves that meat."
In reality, I had no choice but to eat that penis! My head being held in place by the coach's foot, so that my pink lips had no other option BUT to swallow that black rod.
I drooled all over his dick. So much spit on it, that it glistened.
More and more gobs of his pre dripped from his cock-slit. My tongue tasting the sticky goo.
"My turn boy. Ready to shoot my load, here. Get up, fucker!"
I gasped! Finally able to breathe without that hard dick pushing down my throat.
A hard SLAP on my sore ass cheek made me stumble to my feet!
Coach got to work fixing the "beans" in the chair.
He pushed me on my back.
This time I was manoeuvred in a position that had my back ARCHED! Body was spread out with my head and neck over one end. Remainder of my body stretched-out. My arms pushed to my side.
James sat in his dad's chair.
"Lift those big legs, bitch. Show-off that pussy."
I slowly brought my legs up. Was hard to do, in that position. Unable to use my arms to lift my big thighs, and my body being arched.
James "helped me out" by pushing my legs back with his feet; or by reaching down to SLAP my exposed ass. Making it sting!
I was forced to STRETCH my legs out, and back. Humiliated as my asshole brazenly exposed.
I WAS aided a bit by James. He kept a bare foot up on my leg, so I only had to try and keep my other one in place for his approval.
"Yeah, show-off that tight slit, bitch. Look at that pretty pink hole. Pussy-lips sticking out, just begging to be played with!"
I felt his big toe wriggle on my hole. Making the nail "scratch" at my shaved pucker.
"NO! Please! Don't! OOHH FUCK. Stop! PLEASE! My hole! You making it itch so much! STOP!"
I groaned desperately. Such an odd feeling on my hole. Making my excited dick, piss that pre.
My protests were soon muffled, as the coach bent down, and pushed his cock in my mouth.
His nuts laying on my nose. As I attempted to breathe, I was forced to smell that hot sac.
His hard dick pushing in and out of my mouth. At times, the coach stood up. Keeping his dick pass my lips. Making me work my cheeks around the shaft as he pulled both of my tits.
"Work for my cum, fucker! Get used to that dick in your mouth, too. Don't worry boy, you gonna get enough practise all summer."
Coach pinched my nipples. Pulling them up, in time to his hip thrusts.
I GROANED around his prick. My tits still sore and swollen from the rough teasing earlier.
His nut-sac SLAPPED on my face as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.
Both men enjoyed having their new white bitch fuckin WHIMPERING!
My asshole and nipples were, if possible, hyper-sensitive from the abuse. I was reacting from the teasing and thus giving the coach, a satisfying hummer.
"Fuck yeah! Moan around that cock. Eat it!"
James laughed, keeping his big toe scraping my displayed hole, just to hear my muffled YELPS!
The coach stood back again. My nipples released from his fingers.
He steadied himself by grabbing my upturned feet.
Even he was not ready for the reaction, as my huge toes were touched!
I GROWLED around his cock. Moving my head, and thus swallowing his prick to the balls. A wet. hot suction around his black dong.
The coach, unknowingly was rubbing my horny toes. Which was forcing my "expert" technique of a tight slurping around his shaft.
His teased mushroom head was unable to take the sensation for long. Soon ropes of cum were being fired in my mouth.
"AARRGGHH FUCK, BITCH! SUCK IT! SUCK IT! SUCK IT! SWALLOW THAT LOAD!"
Swallowing was the last of my concern! Coach unaware of my touchy-toes, was driving me CRAZY! His nuts were smothering me!
Meanwhile, James kept on with his incessant ass-play.
Everything made me almost oblivious to that cock spurting down my throat.
"Stick your tongue out. Lick every drop, bitch"
I lapped at the coach's sticky dick. It shuddered, as my tongue passed on the head.
"Man, son. Horny bitch took every fucking drop of cum out of me!"
James laughed, "Dad, didn't you see. Toe-bitch went INSANE, when you played with his big fucking feet. Now my turn up there. Those skin-flicks have me ready to drown you with juice, Fucker! And your horny dogs are gonna help me out"
I couldn't even protest. I knew that the coach and his son would, and could, do what they wanted with my body.
I willingly opened my mouth and took that thick black rod.
Within seconds, James brought his long fingers to my upturned toes.
"AARRGGH FUCK! I TOLD you DAD! He just going WILD on my dick!"
"Yeah son, give him that load!", the coach said smiling, "man look at that boy-cunt just twitching!"
SLAP on my exposed buns, whenever I tried to move my feet from James' fingers.
He tried to concentrate on the back of my toes. Knowing that with each touch, my lips SUCTIONED around his shaft as I MOANED!
"SMELL my nuts, bitch. Yeah. That bag full of hot cum for you, fucker. AAAHHH DAD! Can't take it man! Too fucking good!"
"His pussy just puckering, boy. Fucking toe-bitch, just loving it!"
James never reacted with any moans.
But suddenly, he kept his wet shaft DEEP in my mouth.
And SPURTED.. SPURTED.. SPURTED his hot seed!
I softly moaned around his meat. He had been right. So much fucking jizz. His dick kept leaking cum, well after the jets of cream had stopped shooting down my throat.
Like his father before, after he pulled his cock from my mouth, AND his sweaty nuts from my face, he ordered me to worship his shaft with kisses and licks.
"Yeah, good bitch. Man, what a hot mouth. Put your pretty lips all over my big black meat, jock-boy. Fuck dad, the bitch cum even thought he had that sling on?"
"No, he just leaked a TON of pussy-juice. He still as hard as a rock."
I was able to lift my head to my chest. Looking down, I saw my cock, sticky and wet, laying on my shaved stomach. My belly glistened, with the amount of pre oozed. My piss-slit puffy from having dripped that amount of jizz.
I MOANED when the coach roughly pulled the sling off my dick and nuts. My cock able to again SPURT more pre, once my bag freed.
"Get up!"
Though the roofie had lost it's punch, it left me very light-headed. I stood on wobbly legs.
James quickly grabbed me. His arms holding mine to the side, as his fingers reached for my pecs.
"Look at your dick, boy. Fucking thing just throbbing. Oooh yeah, those titties so sensitive, ain't they."
I moaned, "no more. Please. No more teasing."
"Shut up, bitch. Get over here."
The coach had moved the bean-bag over to the back of the other chair in the room.
I was shoved down on my red butt. The manner the coach had arranged the "beans", I sank LOW in the chair.
"Grab his foot, son."
The two men each grabbed one of my ankles. Lifting my long legs up and using James' socks to wrap around my foot and tie to the decorative ends extending from the top of the chair.
Again my thighs were bent back, so my asshole was totally exposed.
I turned my head and watched as the coach kicked at the beans. Making them gather behind my neck, just lifting my head.
"What - what are you doing", I asked as I tried to wriggle my feet.
I GASPED as I looked down my chest. My meat was getting picked up by the coach's huge toes. My own dick was inches from my lips!
James quickly catching-on what his dad was up to, worked on the other side - gathering the beans up around my back - lifting my head, so my own cock was right at my mouth.
"NO! Please don't!"
"I knew with those long fucking legs, that the bitch would be flexible, son. Shut up fucker, and open your mouth"
I GROANED as the coach reached down, and SLAPPED my ass.
As I went to say "OOWW!", the coach grabbed my head, and pushed it up enough so my lips were at the mushroom cap of my throbbing pecker!
"Now keep that fucking cock in your mouth!"
My rod was SO hard. Though have never actually put my penis IN my mouth, I had tried this position before. Always chickening out, when my dick was near my lips. This time, I had no choice.
"He doesn't look as enthusiastic to have a WHITE dick in his mouth, dad", James said laughing.
"He will be. Here son, put a big toe in his mouth. Open wider, boy!"
The coach pressed his foot on my meat, so it wouldn't move away from my mouth. Meanwhile James forced a big toe between my stretched lips.
"Boy,you start working that tongue of yours all over your cock-head. Pass it right over your piss-slit. You gonna coax your big fucking load, right into your mouth, bitch. And my boy better be feeling that tongue on his toe. I'll know if you ain't working it!"
I groaned as James smirked while wriggling his toe in my mouth. My tongue licking it as best as it could.
Muffled "FUCK!" as my tongue flicked at my sensitive slit. Making my own toes curl.
James didn't let my reaction go without notice.
"Ooooh yeah, boy. How are these little piggies? Stretch those toes out!"
My sock-tied feet at his mercy, as he reached out. Passed his finger-nails on my wriggling toes.
I GROWLED!
"Watch your teeth on my toe, bitch!"
I groaned, cause not only James's toe felt my teeth. So did my own cock-head!
He returned to work on my tied feet. Just driving me WILD.
I tried to thrash around on the bean bag, but in no way, was I able to move a muscle. I was gonna be forced to jizz in my own mouth!
I felt the coach's bare foot push onto my stomach. He rubbed his big toe in my puddle of pre.
He positioned it at my exposed hole. Soon compelling that hole to allow it to enter! Over-and-over he worked that wet toe at my asslips. On another ticklish SWIPE at my feet, or my tongue touching on my sensitive piss-slit - not sure which - but my hole puckered once too often! He FORCED his toe in.. then out.. then in.. then out.
"Yeah bitch, you getting that pussy toe-fucked!", the coach said laughing. "Suck your dick, boy! Wanna see those lips smacking around your shaft and that toe in your mouth."
I was unable to control my body any longer!
Coach felt the asslips start to spasm around his wriggling big toe, as I fucking GROWLED and SPURTED my jizz from my throbbing dick-head!
My own cock fed me hot cum. Forced to swallow as my mouth filled.
With my groaning, I was unable to hear the taunts and laughs from the coach and his son.
"Eat it fucker! Move your lips around my big toe too, bitch. Fucking coated with your cum. C'mon, suck!"
"Pussy just twitching back here!", the coach added smirking.
I was relieved when my semi-hard dick slipped from my mouth. Being ordered to tongue-lash my sensitive cock-head, had me fucking whimpering!
Same time my foot was untied from the back of the chair. Then the other sock removed.
James still kept his big toe in my mouth.
"Keep sucking fucker. Still feel your pussy slime on my foot."
I licked his toe clean of my sticky goo. In between gasps, as I tried to catch my breath after my hard cum.
That moment, I heard a ring-tone.
"Nice timing, Dr. West," I heard the coach say, "We were just breaking in the recruit you sent us."
James laughed as he leaned back, so he was able to have me either sniffing or worshipping his wriggling toes.
The coach went on joking with the doctor, at what an asset I was going to be for my "brothers" on the team.
I could hear the conversation ending.
My clothes was thrown on top of me.
"Get up, fucker,", the coach said, "the good doctor wants you at his place, pronto!"
Both James and his dad left the room.
Leaving me to get dressed, and slip out the door.