As Josh drove to the gym, he realized how nervous he was. He would be in public, and Roger and his dad both acted like their dynamic shouldn't be hidden.
Parking he noticed all the students interacting with each other. He saw a pattern of playful teasing and deference between men as they walked, and felt that he had simply taken that a lot farther. Or Roger had taken him a lot farther, but who knows what these men do to each other in private of they're comfortable with teasing and bullying in public.
Josh parked and started walking towards the gym entrance, unsure what Roger and his dad had planned. As he got closer, though, he was stunned at what he saw. Coach Foster was sitting on the stairs waiting, face stern as it always was. It took Josh back to when he idolized Coach Foster, and was the focus of all his sexual fantasies. Josh was stunned, but could not have been more excited.
Josh ran up. "Coach Foster! It's Josh!"
"Hey sissy Joshy" Coach Foster answered. That name/ Coach Foster always called Josh that. It brought back memories, and Josh reconnected with the feeling of being pushed around by Coach, but loving the attention and wanting so badly to please him. It was an amplified version of teasing and bullying because it was someone with so much power over Josh. Not just because he was Josh's coach- Coach Foster was also nearly 6'5, thick from every angle, and with such an imposing expression. He pushed hard on everyone- and was very successful at making them better. Coach used to say "I don't care if it's allowed- I'll get what I want from you!" It was sort of his catchphrase, and it always got whoever it was directed at to step it up. Josh also jerked off so many times to that phrase, picturing Coach fucking him in the showers, fucking him on the bench, fucking him on the field, fucking him in his room. Josh remembered getting teased for having a hard on after biology one day. The reason? He was picturing Coach coming into class and fucking him in front of everyone.
"It's great to see you Coach" "Yeah- I'm sure it is."
Coach's body kept the same gorilla appearance. Chest hair was curling over his shirt, his dark curly hair had more gray in it now. His arms were even more imposing, and his neck was stiff.
"So sissy-joshy, where is your dad?"
"I don't know Coach... is he coming here also?"
"He texted me to be here. I think he's coming. But do what I tell you- come sit on my lap and tell me why you think he texted me."
Josh stood still- he was worried about how visible he was and how vulnerable that made him feel in public.
Coach Foster went into his even sterner voice: "I gave you instructions!" Josh quickly went and sat on his lap, facing his only coach, who put his hands on Josh's lower back and gave an evil grin.
"No reason to hide here. Now tell me why your dad wanted us to meet?"
Josh started "I think he knew that I was always attracted to you..... and that I always wanted to please you..... and that I'd let you push me..." Coach interrupted- "So? What do I get out of that? Be honest- you don't lie to your coach!"
As coach stared at Josh, Josh replied "I am turned on by serving men like you. I'll do anything you want me to. Any kind of sex, any kind of work, any kind of anything. I realized that I'm meant to serve men, and I want to serve you. My dad wants me to do that, and if you want anything, my dad wants you to take it from me."
A voice behind Josh said "That's right sissy-joshy. Did you already tell him what you let your neighbor do? Or that you sucked off your own father? And that you eagerly drank our piss?"
Josh turned around and saw his dad and Amy standing four feet away. Amy smiled, clearly turned on by Josh's dad.
"Your own father Josh?! I could always tell you were the kind of pervert I could use how I wanted. But hearing that brings out the animal in me- I can't even imagine the things I'll do to you."
Josh's dad turned with Amy and said "well then you better get into the gym. Roger likes a nice body, so work him out to exhaustion. He also likes men dominating Joshy, so do anything else you want with him." They walked off and Coach Foster turned Josh's head back. "Let's go in."
Inside, Coach told Josh to put on 35 lb weights on a bench press. As Josh went Coach grabbed his waist, put a finger in his waistband and under his jockstrap. "Do what you're told sissy-joshy..." Coach said. Josh went to get the weights, but couldn't reach. He pulled harder and harder, hoping no one would see, but certain it looked ridiculous. Coach let go and the band loudly smacked his back as Coach let out a laugh. Josh got the weights and Coach began his set. Coach told him to go next, and Josh went to wipe the sweat away, but Coach told him to leave it.
Coach then went to the top of the bench while Josh did his set and squatted until the pouch of his underwear was resting on Josh's face. Josh kept going, and was motivated by the deep stench coming from his coach. Coach made Josh wipe up the sweat before he did his next set.
Coach told Josh what weights to put on at each station and would do something to bully Josh. At one, he lifted Josh's shirt so it looked like a crop top. At another, he pulled down his shorts showing the world his jock strap. At another he pinched his nipples repeatedly until Josh stopped trying to move away from it. Josh could see all the students looking at this display, but he knew that turned on Coach, and pleasing Coach was so important to him.
It was also a pretty grueling work out. Coach was brutal as ever. Pushing Josh on each set. It really wore him out.
Coach led them into the locker room. Coach lifted his arm and sniffed. "Oh I stink!" Coach turned to Josh. "Come get a sniff of man. Josh walked up and put his nose there and it was so pungent. Coach growled "Now show me you'll do anything. Lick my pit in public."
Josh closed his eyes and started to lap at his pit. Coach laughed and put his other hand on his neck, pushing him in closer. Coach put his arm down, but kept Josh's mouth on his pit for about twenty seconds. It was humiliating, but because it was Coach Foster, it was also a lifelong dream for Josh. When his head came out, Coach spit on his face and wiped it into his mouth with his hand.
Josh could see some guys looking at them. He knew they saw Coach as a stud, bullying a younger smaller guy who let him because he is such a powerful man. But he also worries about what came next. Showering with Coach Foster was Josh's dream, but he felt like they had drawn so much attention that they were sure to be caught. Coach took off his clothes, and down dropped Coach's uncut, long, wide soft dick coming out past a thick bush of black hair. It was honestly the biggest soft cock Josh had ever seen, in porn or anywhere. Coach sat down and Josh undressed as he watched. Coach reached out and smacked his ass. Then he reached and pinched his nipple. Then he squoze Josh's balls and dick in his left hand. Josh saw Coach get hard and his soft brown cock was now veiny, red, engorged with a wet head pushing past the foreskin. It was even bigger and wider than Josh imagined, and he felt nervous about whether he could make it good for Coach considering how huge he was. Josh slid down his jock strap, and Coach made him stop. He grabbed his own underwear and put it in Josh's mouth. He then turned Josh around and slid a finger inside him. Then another. Then another. Coach's fingers were shockingly big, causing Josh to involuntarily scream. "That's why I put my stinky underwear in."
Coach pulled out his fingers "Just wait until you feel..." Josh felt something like a warm wet mason jar at his asshole. Coach's hands held his hips tight and then it shoved in. Josh screamed. It was so much, so fast, and Coach was sliding it in and out. The heat from his dick alone was overwhelming Josh's senses.
Coach quickly got to pumping, and Josh felt the aggression from teasing and bullying more intensely now. He bit hard on Coach's underwear now wet from Josh's slobber. Josh was pushing back onto Coach so hard to stay in place, but Coach was overpowering him. Soon his hands were against a tile wall, trying to stop from crashing into it. But as Coach continued to pump, Josh's body went right into it. Each thrust pushed him into it, and Coach only got more aggressive as Josh's body slammed the wall. Each pump slammed the front of Josh's jockstrap into tile, then Coach's dick would slide all the way in in a third of a second and pull out even faster, pulling his hips away from the tile. Soon Coach was groaning, and then held his dick deep inside Josh, who felt hot bursts of come inside. Coach then got back to thrusting and then held it inside again for more come. Then thrusting again and a final jolt of come.
Josh's body was slammed between the tile wall and Coach. Coach's chest hair was coarse and rough, his body hard and heavy. Coach's sweat was all over Josh and on the floor. Coach put his hands on Josh and slid his dick out, and globs of come ran past the jock strap and down Josh's leg. Coach went to the shower, Josh took off his jock and followed.
Coach causally showered, and Josh did also. Coach said "I know Roger. He'll keep you in his stable of guys for maybe five years. Once he's done with you, I plan on taking you." Josh smiled. "And I of course will do what I want with you until then." Josh was so happy to hear Coach say this.
As they walked out of the shower Coach's huge soft dick was swinging between his legs, and Josh's was bobbing up and down, fully erect. When they got to their lockers, there were two campus security guards there looking sternly at Josh.
"We were told there was inappropriate behavior going on here. Do you know this boy Coach?" Coach looked at him.
"Yeah- I used to Coach him. He's been working really hard to seduce me." Coach grabbed his dick and rubbed it.
One guard said "Well that's not allowed in public spaces boy."
Josh saw both guards had outlines of hard dicks in their pants. He wanted his own hard on to go down, but it refused. He wanted so badly to come, and he felt his insides aching for more of Coach, Roger or even his dad to push it out of him. Not jerking off did make him a lot hornier, but it made it difficult to think of anything else.
Coach spoke "He's a good kid- just horny. Look at him.... he just wants men to be rough with him. He's probably dying to take both of you at the same time right now." Coach's dick was once again hard and angry looking.
The guards said nothing, but Josh saw their dicks tenting their pants. Coach spoke again. "I have a key to the single changing room. How about we go in there and you can have your way with him?"
The men stood there as Coach found his key. He opened a door, and they went in. It was a small space, made smaller with Coach's massive frame. On guard sat on the bench with his pants down, and Josh sat on his dick, bouncing with his stiff dick swinging up and down. Coach put his hand on the other guard, who opened his zipper and pulled out his dick. Coach put his other hand on Josh and he stopped bouncing. The second guard leaned over and slid his dick in, making Josh wince and moan. Coach took his hand from Josh's shoulder and put it over his mouth.
The two men started to piledrive Josh's ass. The sitting guard was pumping like a rabbit and the standing guard was fighting to match his pace. Both men had their hands on Josh's hips and it felt like they were fighting for who would put in a bigger load. The sitting one stopped pumping and started to groan. The standing one said "oh fuck" and pushed his dick all the way in and shuddered. They stayed there for a bit, as Josh felt them shooting ropes of come inside him.
When they slid out of Josh, they pulled their pants up. Coach said "hope that settles things, but feel free to give Josh a ticket if not. He still seems intent on seducing me, so I'll need to fuck him again. And I want him to take responsibility for that."
"You got it Coach." The men left the room and Coach lined his massive dick up with Josh's ass. It slid in easier this time, especially with all the come, but it was still thicker than the two dicks combined. Coach Foster grabbed Josh roughly all over as he slid in and out. His hips pumped rapidly and Josh could feel an orgasm building. Coach said "don't you come unless I give you permission." Josh felt panic- his insides were ready to explode, but he wanted nothing more than to make Coach happy. Coach leaned up, which hit it even harder, and Josh was squeezing to not come and reached down and pulled his balls down to stop the orgasm. It worked, but barely. His balls kept movinf up and he had to pull so hard to bring them back down.
Coach's dick was relentless, and Josh felt he was testing him. Josh squeezed and pulled his balls and tried to ignore his Coach's rough hands and coarse body hair and deep voice. But this made him notice other things, like Coach's sex drive apparent in his rhythmic fucking, and the bush of hair that was rubbing evrywhere outside of his hole, and Coach's heavy balls knocking into Josh's hand that was desperately trying to keep his balls down.
That last feeling changed slightly, and Josh could tell Coach was getting closer to orgasm. They were still swinging, but higher and higher as the pace got more brutal. Eventually Coach rammed it in and kept it there, saying "Come now boy!"
Josh let go of his balls and they flew up as he felt lightheaded. His insides felt like steel as Coach flooded him with more come. Josh felt his insides clenching and smashing Coach's Rick hard cock. It was so involuntary and so intense and Josh felt his insides, his dick, his nipples, and the rest of his body shivering with pleasure. Out shot rope after rope of come, hitting the wall and splattering. Coach was moving his dick back and forth, but Josh could tell it wasn't moving inside of him- he was moving with it. They stood still for a bit.
Coach laughed: "Looks like you're all clamped up. It's like when a dog is breeding a bitch and she can't get away."
Josh felt his insides staying hard and tight, his testicles still as high as they could go, and his dick felt like it needed to breath but couldn't because it was so hard.
"We'll just stay here for a bit until you're done." Coach said. He then reached towards Josh's nipples and twisted. Josh felt his insides tightening even more and he winced. "That's it- I want you to learn to control it. Learn to train your pussy so it can make men happy." Coach kept on twisting, and Josh felt his insides lightening up a bit. Coach reach one hand to Josh's dick, and flicked it, again making him wince and tightening his insides, but as Coach continued, it felt more like a normal erection, and his insides softened. After about a minute of this, Coach put one hand over Josh's mouth. Josh yelled as Coach shoved his dick in hard, and it finally moved. Coach then slid it out, as Josh's insides alternated between clenching and spasming and releasing. Soon Coach's dick was out and Josh lost his balance. He was so lightheaded he started to collapse and Coach Foster caught him. Josh felt perfect and felt come trapped deep in his ass.
Coach sat him on the bench and stood up. Josh felt better as Coach opened the door and went to their lockers. Josh soon got up and joined him. Coach was dressed except for his shirt and he handed Josh a piece of paper. "Looks like you got a ticket..." Josh put it in his bag and started to get dressed. "It was just a warning, didn't even have your name on it." Josh smiled. "It would be fine either way Coach. I'd do it all again for you, no matter the consequences."