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Jock Boy, part 3
Every day before practice, John pulled on the sweaty, ripe jock over his legs and crotch just as coach instructed. He would instantly get a boner seeing the words `Jock Boy' written across the waistband, knowing he was settling into his role of serving his coach. Each day the jock got a little more ripe, and he could see coach checking him out at practice in front of the other guys. A few times, he made sure to stretch before practice and give the coach a show by bending over in his tight uni to reach his toes. He would hold that pose both to stretch his big quads and also give coach a chance to check out his ass in the thin, tight material. He could see coach smile at him when he finally straightened up, and even once saw him grab his junk and lick his lips. Finally after Wednesday's practice as they were getting out of the van, coach told John to come by after dinner for a quick chat. The other boys didn't think anything of it, but John could barely keep his cock contained during dinner. After eating, he went right to the coach's apartment as instructed.
The door was closed when John knocked. Coach opened the door wearing the same tight jeans that showed the waistband of a jock and no shirt. He didn't even say anything, just stood aside while John walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Strip."
John wasn't sure what to expect, but even that sudden demand took him off guard and made him nervous. It was almost study hall and the other guys in the dorm were around. John awkwardly bent down to undo his sneakers and then lowered his sweat pants to the ground and peeled off his shirt. The top of the uni was already around his waist, so John lowered it the rest of the way to the ground. He obediently stood with his hands behind his back wearing the sweaty jock with his submissive name written on the front.
Coach walked over to his desk in the corner of the room and sat down. He patted his big leg and snapped a finger and pointed to his thigh, indicating for John to come sit on his lap. Wearing only the jock, John's ass rested on the coach's big leg. On the computer screen, coach was browsing some gay fetish sites, in particular a set of dildos and but plugs in various shapes and sizes. John's heart started racing seeing the toys. He didn't particularly enjoy having a finger in his ass, he really didn't think he would like anything bigger. Coach's hand reached between the boys legs, working in to brush his finger up against the boy's hole. He whispered hoarsely into the boy's ear "Going to start a new phase of your training soon, boy." Even though it made him nervous, his cock was rock hard from the attention his ass was receiving and just the fact he was sitting on his coach's lap. Coach noticed and gave his package a really tight squeeze. He kept squeezing the boys balls, tugging them in the jock to give the boy some discomfort and make him squirm.
Coach had another jock in his hand, it looked like the other strap John had worn last week. Coach rubbed it on the boy's face and John could smell it's ripe odor. Coach started to forcibly push it into his mouth, making the boy taste his own sweat. The jock was still crunchy with a few cum loads too. With the jock in his mouth, coach went back to the boy's package, reaching into the pouch to grab the boys dripping cock. He started to jerk the boy while he sat on his lap, the jock keeping the boys moans muffled. The boy was so hot and bothered it only took a minute before he was on edge and ready to cum. Coach took a nibble of the boy's ear lobe and called him his slutty jock boy right into his ear. It was enough to drive him over the edge and he unloaded onto coach's hand and in his pouch. Coach pulled his hand away, took the jock out of the boys mouth, and then held his cummy hand up to the boy's mouth. John was breathing hard, but knew what to do and lapped up his own cum. Coach spent a minute sticking his fingers into the boys mouth, loving the control he had over the stud. But he couldn't spend all night like this, so he pushed the boy off his leg and slapped the hot ass in front of him.
Coach tossed the jock to the boy and told him to switch them out. He pulled the first sweaty, cummy jock off and pulled the other sweaty, crusty jock back on. The coach was clearly done with the boy for the night, so he dressed and headed back to his own dorm. Once he was out, coach inhaled the sweaty jock and jerked his own big dick, blowing a big load just a few minutes before he would have to open his door to keep an eye on his dorm for the night. Coach loved having the extra sweaty jockstrap around, sniffing it every time he jerked off while thinking of his sexy jock boy.
With the racing season in full swing, practices were long and hard for all of the rowers. The boys spent hours in their slender boats, racking up miles on the river. Some days were long, steady rows focused on technique and getting the boys to row well together. On other days, the boys practiced races, sprinting up and down the river against one another. The team had historically been one of the better teams in the league, but the last decade had been disappointing. Coach was in his third year with the team and there were signs the boats could be back to the speed of previous years. He was younger and the boys looked up to him as a role model. Coach was a very accomplished rower himself and still kept in great shape, a fact John could attest to. As another week wore on, another race loomed on Saturday afternoon. But coach didn't let up on the workouts and kept pushing his team to train hard right up through Friday. The race was similar to the week before. The other team got a lead off the start and John and his teammates and had to fight the whole way to gain any ground back.
Coach was watching in the launch boat that followed. The team knew they didn't have a good start, so he wasn't surprised to see them fall behind. And while he was trying to focus on the whole race, he just kept watching his favorite athlete. He put a lot of pressure on the boy, and he could see the intensity with which he was pouring himself into the race. Although they were behind, his boys never gave up and started to put pressure right back on the other team holding onto their lead. Passing the halfway point, Coach's boys were putting up a fight and had closed the gap. Coming into the last 500 meters of the race, the boys were starting to take up the stroke rating as they sprinted towards the finish. With each stroke, John's boat made a push to take the lead but the opposing boat was not giving up easily. Despite a fast sprint where they made up significant ground, the other boat held on to the lead as the boats crossed the line, with less than a second apart.
Slumping over in their seats, all of the boys on the water were spent from such an exhausting race. John was catching his breath, hardly able to look past the back of the boy in front of him. As they started to maneuver the boat to head towards the dock, John made eye contact with coach who was returning the stare. He gave him a quick smirk and wink towards his jock boy and motored off to watch the next races. Back on land, their debrief was pretty short. They had again fallen short, but after a hard week of practice the coach was happy the boys fought back hard to close the gap. But with only a few weeks left in the season, they were still not in shape to make the grand finals or win a medal. The boys would have to decide if they were ready to work that hard in the last few weeks of the season. When coach rhetorically asked if the guys were ready to work harder for him, he was staring right at John.
It was a subdued ride home after the loss with the boys piled into the van. At one point as they approached the campus, John's eyes locked with the coach's glare in the rear view mirror. Coach seemed to nod his head up and down while he stared at the boy. No one else noticed, but John took that as a sign that he needed to visit coach again this afternoon and his dick twitched in encouragement. After lunch with the team in the dining hall, John went back towards his dorm. Once he was sure no one was watching he changed paths and headed to the coach's dorm. He had barely knocked on the door before it swung open to reveal a shirtless coach in a tiny pair of running shorts. John dropped his pack and walked in to the living room as coach closed the door.
Coach plopped down on the couch and grabbed his growing package. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot in front of him. The boy was under the coach's trance and dropped right to his knees and lowered his head to the coach's lap. Although he thought he was being obedient, coach slapped the boy across the face. "Strip boy." Apparently, he should have known to service his coach while clad only in his workout gear. He stood up and took off his pants and shirt. He looked inquisitively at his coach to see if he should drop the rowing uni who nodded affirmatively to the boy. Soon the boy was just wearing the nasty strap with "Jock Boy" written across the front, getting back on his knees to service his coach.
With coach's cock in John's mouth, the boy worked his coach's cock while receiving tips and encouragement. While just a novice cocksucker, the boy was eager to stroke the coach's shaft, tease his balls, and suck hard on the tip as instructed. The blow job went on for a long time, making John's mouth sore from the action. At one point, coach even put a gay porno on the tv behind john. It made John's dick leak even more to hear the additional action but not be able to see anything. Coach meanwhile had a great view of both scenes. After what seemed like an eternity to John, Coach finally pulled the boys hair back and lifted his face from his crotch. The dripping, rock hard cock just pointed straight up while coach could see the big wet spot on the boys jock where he was leaking.
"That was good boy. You're really learning to suck cock well, but you need more practice. Maybe should get a few more of the boys on the team in on this deal."
"Please coach, don't tell anyone else. Please, I couldn't handle anyone on the team knowing about this. Please don't tell anyone," the boy pleaded.
"Don't worry boy, I'm not ready to share this ass yet. As long as you keep doing what you're told. Speaking of which, get that ass across my lap. Time to spank that ass for losing your race again." The boy reached back to feel his ass, knowing the punishment was coming and that his cheeks would soon be burning red. He had been spanked by coach before and didn't get why he liked the feeling of being humiliated and punished. But he still got up and lay his body across the coach's lap. Coach made sure the boy's crotch was grinding right on top of his own throbbing member.
"One good power-twenty could have helped you win today" Coach said, referencing a racing move whereby the rowers increase the pace to make gains on their opponents. "Two power twenties would have definitely won the race. So let's give your ass 2 power twenties to make up for it. Call them out for me like a good boy." The boy didn't realize how hard that would be to take, but after seven or eight hard swats, his ass was stinging. In between the swats, the coach was keeping his hand right on the boys hard ass, slowly working his fingers into the tight crack.
"Nine, sir" the boy said as another hard smack came across his ass.
"Spread those legs for me, boy" the coach told the boy, pushing his fingertips towards the boys hole. He was still sweaty and slick, so the coach was able to slip one finger into the boys sphincter, eliciting a long moan from the boy. It hurt to feel the coach's finger in his ass again, but he also could feel his cock throbbing below him. "We really need to train this ass boy or you'll never be able to take my cock." After probing the boy for a minute or two, the coach abruptly withdrew his finger and gave the boy another hard smack. The boy was squirming now, and the coach slipped his finger right back into the boys hole and continued the finger fuck between swats.
Slowly they worked their way up the count. By 15 the coach was pushing a second finger into the boy and really trying to open him up, causing the boy to squirm and writhe on the coach's lap. After 20 swats, he had the boy stand up in front of him. Both their cocks were dripping, and the coach's shorts had wet spots all over them.
"Hand me the box on the table boy. I've got a present for you."
The boy walked to the table and handed coach the shipping box. With his eyes on the boy, the coach pulled the tape off and pulled out the packing materials. The coach smirked as he pulled out a few of the `presents' he bought for the boy. The first was some kind of dildo, about 9 inches long with fake veins and everything. John had never seen one in person before. The next present was what John would come to learn was a butt plug. It was just a few inches long with a tapered shape, but it looked very menacing to the boy. The final item was some stringy light blue fabric, that once the coach held up the boy recognized as some very skimpy underwear.
"I told you we were going to train that hole boy. Now come back over coach's lap. We're only halfway through your power twenty." The boy was nervous, but his cock kept dripping at the thought of what was next. He barely had settled down onto his coach's lap when smack 21 and 22 came down hard in quick succession. After that though, the boy could feel the hard rubber pushing at his hole. While he had been loosened up from the finger fuck, the plug was thicker and unforgiving as it stretched his tight ass open. Coach was encouraging the boy to breathe and relax his hole while he felt the plug push further into him. He was squirming, almost trying to get away, but coach just kept holding his cheeks open with one hand and twisting the plug deeper with the other. Midway through getting the plug in, the coach still gave the boy his 23rd smack before continuing the assault.
"Please coach, it hurts, it's too big." the boy pleaded. His ass was on fire from the spanking and his hole was on fire from being stretched open. The coach meanwhile was in heaven watching the boys muscle ass take the toy. It wasn't a big plug, not nearly as thick as the coach's cock, so he knew the boy could take it. Soon, the coach pushed the last bit of the plug in, and the boys ass clenched around the base. Without missing a beat, the coach rained the next few swats down on the boys ass as he started to thrash and fight back.
The boy was still pleading with the coach to take the toy out, but coach wasn't listening. He massaged the boys pink cheeks spread around the base of the plug. He'd push the base a little so the boy could feel the plug push on his prostate. And he slowly delivered the boys final swats. By number 40, John's ass was pretty red and hot to the touch.
Coach pushed the boy off his lap, again admiring the dripping, rock hard cock as he stood up. "Good job boy. Glad to know my boy is tough and can take what coach gives him. How does that plug feel in your ass boy?"
"It hurts coach, please take it out" the boy pleaded as he stood up in front of his coach in his sweaty jock. "It's too big, it really hurts." The boy's pleas fell on deaf ears, sine the coach knew it wasn't really that big. Instead, the boy's humiliation would continue.
Coach stood up facing the boy, gave him a light smack across his face, and then pulled the boy in for a long kiss. Coach rammed his tongue down the boy's throat as he grabbed the boys ass from behind. He kept pushing the plug in deep causing the boy to moan into his open mouth.
The boy for his part was spinning. Every interaction with the coach was so much to take in, but he knew deep down he loved it. His hands were awkwardly at his side at the start of the kiss. But as coach manhandled his boy, the boy in turn took hold of the coach's own big ass cheeks still in the tiny shorts. The kiss lasted a long time and finally coach broke away and started walking towards his bed room, motioning for the boy to follow.
In the bedroom, Coach pushed the boy onto the bed and the boy, laying on his back, looked up as the coach shucked off his tight shorts to reveal his throbbing cock. Coach took both the boys feet in his hands and held them up, showing off the boys sexy legs and the visible base of the but plug, still firmly in John's ass. He couldn't help but push the plug in and around, making the boy moan under him. Coach swung around so that his legs straddled the boy's face and he planted his ass right on the boys open mouth. After this much play, the coach's ass was sweaty and the boy had no choice but to lap up the salty taste. While riding the jock's face, coach continued playing with the boy's plug, twisting the base framed between the straps of the ripe jock. The moans coming from the boy as the assault on his tight hole continued were driving the coach wild. The boy couldn't tell whether to focus on the mounds of muscle and the hot hole at his face or the feelings in his ass while the coach started pulling the plug out to stretch him again. Coach just watched the boy's cock ooze precum without even being touched at all.
It was quite a scene, the boy trapped beneath the coach and the coach's rock hard cock jutting out and dripping a sticky line of precum to the boy's chest. But while the boy was getting into the rim job, coach was ready to unload. He lifted his ass off the boy's mouth and aimed his cock towards the boy, pumping the whole length of his cock into the boy's stretched mouth. After all this play, coach was even surprised that he started pumping a huge load into the boy's mouth with just a dozen pumps of his dick. Coach tried to suppress his roars as he came in the boy, but it was an intense feeling to shoot. He finally collapsed onto the bed next to this jock boy.
The boy lying next to his coach was a sweaty, horny mess who still had not even taken his dick out of his pouch this whole time. It was covered in spit, lube, and precum by this point. Not to mention sweat from weeks of practice. He also still had the plug lodged firmly up his tight little ass. "Coach, please can I take this out now?" the boy pleaded.
"First, my slutty jock boy, coach is going to make you cum." The boy's hole was sore and he was eager to cum, so he instantly whipped out his dick to beat off in front of his coach. Coach slapped his hand away. "No boy, coach gets to milk that cock. Come sit in my lap."
Coach sat with his back to the headboard and had the boy sit between his legs. He could reach down with one hand and play with the plug in the jock's ass, and reach with the other to tease his cock or other body parts. "Just lean back boy. This is going to be fun."
Coach proceeded to edge the boy for a long time, barely touching the boy's cock because he was so close, but having plenty of fun with the toy. At some point he took the jock off the boy and shoved it in his mouth while continuing to talk dirty in his ear. Although the boy thought it was disgusting, his cock was still throbbing and leaking pre cum. Soon coach was hard again, and the boy could feel that cock against his back while he kept his hands at his side. Finally, after tormenting the boy, coach milked a massive load from the boy's cock. The jock stuffed in his mouth kept him from screaming too loud, but the boy sprayed shot after shot all over his chest and chin. Coach squeezed the dick, watching it ooze the bright white cum, as he pulled the jock from the boys mouth. The boy tried to catch his breath but coach pulled the boys head to the side and started kissing the boy, who was all too eager to turn around and kiss back
They boy was laying on top of his coach while the two continued kissing, his ass pointing up with his crotch grinding against the coach. The coach was having fun prying the boy's ass apart to slowly work the plug out, finally giving the boy's ass some relief from the toy. "Hmm, good boy. You're training is off to a good start."
With that, coach pushed the boy up, and wiped the cum from their bodies. He tossed one of the jocks to the boy who obediently put it on, branding himself the 'Jock Boy' once again.