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It took a few weeks for the shock of what had happened to me with Ty, to wear off.
I did everything possible to avoid him for the last month of the summer, and not once had he called me to get his "panty-boy" to come downstairs.
Meanwhile, life was returning to normal for me, come the fall.
University classes started, as well as varsity sports. I was involved in both basketball, and my favourite, wrestling.
I am not sure if the humiliation by Ty during the summer had changed my attitude, but my wrestling Coach certainly seemed to notice.
Apparently, I had become more aggressive and also too cocky for his liking. Coach got tired of having to reprimand me on the mat, and eventually had me report to his office.
I arrived at the dark gym after a late class, and headed towards the lit office at the back.
Coach was going over some paperwork and just pointed me to a chair as I walked in.
I watched and waited patiently.
Coach was wearing his usual attire. White tee, and shorts, with a bright coloured pair of Nike sneakers. At just over 6 feet, I was about 6 inches taller then Coach. He stood around 5'7 160 with a muscular tight bod. On his desk, I saw some cards remained that were given to him on his 30th birthday, days ago.
Finally he looked up, scratched at the stubble on his chin.
"So, you mind telling me what the fuck is going on with you?"
"What do you mean?", I answered defiantly, "Am I winning too many matches for your liking?"
"There! Right there! Thats' what I'm talking about. That fucking attitude!"
I just shrugged my shoulders which seem to piss-off the older dude even more.
"You think you a know-it-all, don't you? You win a few matches, and you have no more reason to be a team-player, or to listen to instructions."
As Coach rambled on-and-on, I just rolled my eyes, at this "team-player, rah-rah" chat.
That action must have been the "last-straw" as Coach stood up, and snapped, "Follow me, punk!"
I was a little taken aback at being called a punk, but I got up and followed Coach out of the office.
We walked to a side-door and entered, what we called, the asylum. It was a small room, which had padding all around it, as well as mats on the floor. This is where the wrestling team could practise vigorously, without getting hurt.
"Ok, let's go."
"Go where, Coach?"
"Don't be a smart ass."
I watched as Coach untied, and pulled off his sneakers, and socks.
"What? You want me to wrestle you?"
Coach pulled off his tee, exposing his smooth muscled chest.
"Why, you fucking scared?"
"No, I just don't want to hurt you Coach. Your a little, mmmm. well "little" compared to me."
Coach just smirked.
"You gonna wrestle in your jeans, punk?"
I smiled at being called punk again, and decided, if he wanted to go-at-it, I was game.
Having just ended a light wrestling practise minutes before my last class, I still had my singlet under my clothes.
I pulled off my sneakers, and socks.
My jeans and tee came off next, leaving me in a white singlet.
Ty had told me in the summer, that I liked to show-off my "fat-ass". If he had ever seen me in this singlet, he might have had more proof. The uni was tight around my body, clinging around my bubble-butt, chest and crotch.
"Ok, let's do this Coach."
In reality, I had no idea what we were doing. After having zoned-out during Coach's lecture, I dunno if I had been challenged or not, but I intended to make the shorter dude pay.
We both bent at the waist a bit, and grabbed-on to one another's' shoulders.
Coach's arm slipped a bit, giving me the opportunity to grab him in a bear-hug,and slam him to the ground.
Seconds later though, as he lay there, Coach swept at my legs with his foot, which made me stumble.
Coach must have figured this was the perfect opportunity to get the upper-hand on a dude taller then him, as he POUNCED on me.
His strong arms wrapped around my head in a pro-wrestling style "sleeper-hold". Though not ever believing that this move actually put someone "out", I was aware that it was actually working!
Coach's arms were so strong around my head.
I was getting dizzy, when he finally let go. Leaving me fall back, trying to catch my breath.
Rather then letting me recover, Coach set to work.
"Time for your lesson, fucker."
As I lay there dazed, Coach grabbed my arm. Stretching it out in an "arm-bar" hold, with his legs sprawled out over me.
He SMACKED his bare foot on my chest. Making me lose my breath as he stretched my arm out again.
I GROANED!
"What's the matter boy? You pretty quiet. Just laying there moaning like a pussy."
Again, his bare foot SMACKED my mid-section, making me gasp.
"C-Coach, c-c-'mon! Let me catch my breath!", I stammered.
The older dude just laughed.
Getting angry, I struggled like crazy.
I managed to get my arm out of the hold, and rolled away from Coach.
But not fast enough.
Coach drilled an elbow into my back.
Then I was again in a head-lock. Coach seemingly manoeuvring his arms, so my face was planted in his pit.
I again gasped for air. Only able to breathe-in the older dude's sweaty pit.
For seconds-on-end Coach kept my face against his bod. Grinding my face under his arm.
Until he finally let me, in my weakened state, fall to the mat on my chest.
"Where you going boy? I ain't done yet!"
With that, Coach dove at me. Again his elbow rammed down on my back.
"Please Coach! Stop, dude!"
Coach leaned on his elbow, resting it on my back.
"What's the matter punk? Had enough of a lesson already? I don't really think so."
Coach must have turned his head around as he leaned, cause suddenly my big round buns were his next target.
His strong hand started SLAPPING my ass.
"COACH, WHAT THE FUCK? STOP!"
I tried to get up, but Coach smacked the back of my head.
"Get back down there, fucker! Cocky little kids who talk-back and don't listen to instructions, are usually punished, right?"
Hard SLAPS on my butt. The tight singlet giving no protection as my ass JIGGLED with the smacks.
Whenever I protested, or tried to squirm away, Coach would move up and again roughly smack, or TIGHTLY hold my head in his strong arms.
Now months ago, Ty I had opened my eyes to that fact, that, getting my bubble-ass man-handled, had led to an eventual submission.
And now, though I was sore from the battering my body was taking, I could feel that my penis was once-again, defying me, and getting hard from the spanking
Luckily, Coach stopped. For the moment.
Instead he grabbed my short cut hair. Forcing me to stand.
Weakened I was unable to resist as he put my body in a pro-wrestling type "stretch". Exerting force on my back and legs as I GROANED.
I was able to look down my bod. Luckily, I was sweating in the small room, as my dick had definitely left a wet stain of pre.
I guess "luckily" the rough pulling of my joints, had gotten my meat to shrink a bit.
Coach let my body fall from his grasp.
Grabbing the back of my head, he shoved me HARD against the padded room.
"Keep your fucking head against the wall|.
Again I had lost my breath, but Coach showed no sympathy, as he made me stretch out my arms out, so I looked like the letter "T".
My big buns were again a target.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
"Stick your meaty ass out, boy. That's it! No fucking way are you no longer gonna listen to me, right boy? Fucking get you in here and beat you around, and teach that fat ass a lesson, every time you do, from now on!"
I was realizing, like I had done so with Ty, that my meaty butt was obviously very evident. And somehow it was gonna be used to humiliate me, once again. Especially as I squirmed it around from the coach's blows, and thus was grinding my hardening cock against the wall!
I was panicking, cause no way was my throbbing meat was not going to be noticed by Coach thru the tight singlet.
And a mere second later, it was.
Coach roughly turned me around, and pushed his arm up on my throat.
Looking down, he could easily see that my fat cock was pointing straight up my belly. Where the head was pulsing, a wet spot was now growing, as I leaked pre like a faucet.
I cursed myself for not putting back my jock-strap after practise.
"What the fuck, boy, " Coach said laughing, "it looks like you enjoying getting taken down a fuckin' peg-or-two. Well, let's continue, why don't we."
"Coach, I'm sorry. I learned my lesson. I dunno why I got a hard-on, but please, stop. I'll listen to yo-"
My whining was falling on deaf ears, as Coach roughly threw me to the floor on my stomach. Reaching for my legs, he pulled them back while making my head stretch back by pulling my hair. I GROWLED in pain.
Then he quickly moved between my legs. He STRETCHED them out. His bare feet kicking at my legs to make them stay in that position.
He reached down to GRAB at my buns. Man-handling each cheek. Pawing at them. SLAPPING them. Groping at them non-stop, as my groans soon turned to embarrassing moans. (Much to the older dude's enjoyment!)
"What's the matter big boy? You like Coach working your fat fucking ass? That making you hard? Making you leak some pussy juice?"
Coach was talking to me in a high-pitch voice. Mocking me, as I moaned. His strong hands giving me shots to the back, whenever I tried to move away from the groping and slapping of my butt.
He stopped the molesting of my sore buns, as he got up and kicked at my thigh. Ordering me to turn on my back.
He roared with laughter as he saw the clear outline of my throbbing pecker snaking up my stomach. Again to full hardness from the butt-abuse.
I YELPED as he brought one of his bare feet up. Masculine toes of those size 11s scraping at the swollen piss-slit thru the material.
"Fuck boy, look at you leaking. I said, LOOK!"
Coach stomped on my chest. As I tried to catch my breath, I was forced to look down my chest at my throbbing man-hood.
So much pre had oozed-out the slit, that the head was visible thru the tight material of the singlet.
Again he roughly passed his toes over the mushroom cap.
"MOAN. OH FUCK COACH. PLEASE! STOP! MOAN"
I just wanted this humiliation to end. My body was so sore. My penis was so hard.
But the shorter dude was not going to end this torment - now that he had this big jock at his groaning mercy.
"Shut-up, boy. You loving it, and you fucking know it. Your nuts so full of cum, ain't they?"
"Yes-yes Coach."
Again a STOMP on my chest.
"I can't hear you boy!"
"YES-YES COACH! Groan."
"Yeah, those fucking nuts are pretty packed in that suit of yours, boy. See if I can help you out with those."
Coach grabbed my hair. Again forcing me to stand. He pushed me to the wall. All the time giving hard SLAPS to my ass as it stuck out the back.
He turned me around, and his fingers roughly went down to my balls in the tight uni.
His finger-nails SCRAPED and grabbed at my nuts.
I squirmed frantically. Coach's strong fingers driving me insane.
"Quit your fuckin moving around! Geezus, get down here."
To ensure I stopped fidgeting, Coach shoved me on my back.
He DOVE on my body. Shocking me, as his bare belly covered my face. He sprawled over me. His fingers returning to my nuts.
I turned my face to the side. Trying to breath under his stomach. Unable to move, I could not stop Coach from working at my balls.
"We'Il get your nuts out for some fresh-air soon enough boy."
I realized what Coach was doing. His fingernails working on the tight singlet soon had the material fraying. He was gonna keep going at my sac, till it was gonna rip.
When it did, Coach worked at the opening, until he was able to work fingers inside and PULL my sweaty big nuts out.
I gasped for breath as he got up off my face.
YELPING as Coach reached down. Grabbing my balls, he forced me to stand.
"That's quite an impressive set of nuts, boy", said Coach as he rolled my balls between his fingers, "bet they can store a lot of jizz."
Coach grabbed my sneaker. Pulling out the lace, he roughly looped it around one of my nuts, then the other.
"Coach, what the fuck? Stop man!"
The lace fell as Coach wrapped his fingers around my nuts. Pulling me towards him, he SHOULDERED me in the chest. Again, and again.
"Now you ain't fucking tell me to stop, right boy?"
I groaned. Little stunned from the hits with coach's shoulder, AND from the pain of my nuts being yanked.
"N-no Coach."
Satisfied with my answer, the older dude went back to work on my sack. Looping each nut individually, before tying my hairy balls together tight.
He moved back. Admiring his handiwork.
I was standing there panting. Still getting air in my lungs from his body slams with his shoulder.
Coach flicked at my tied balls with his middle finger. Laughing, as I tried to move away. Hitting my back against the padded wall, I moved to the other end of the room.
"Where you going, boy?"
I looked at coach as he slowly walked towards me. Hands on his hips, he made his pecs "dance". Laughing as he flexed.
He grabbed me. Locking my arms behind my head. I tried to struggle out of his grasp, but was just held tighter. Coach's mouth at my ear.
"Feel those pecs bouncing off your back, boy? Yeah, a man's pecs."
Coach let one of my arms go. Keeping the other one locked, with his hand putting pressure on my neck so unable to move.
"Why don't you let Coach see your pecs, boy?"
I watched as me moved the straps of the singlet enough to reveal both of my nipples.
Coach laughed and whistled in my ear.
"Boy, these aren't man-pecs, these look like very excited titties", he said in a high-pitch mocking voice.
"Please Coach, enough. I gotta go home. Don't! My nipples are very - "
I stopped. Remembering how Ty had worked my pecs, I didn't wanna bring up any more ammunition for Coach.
Like he had flicked at my tied nuts earlier, Coach used his free hand to "flick" at one of my tits.
"Very what, boy? Very excited to be sticking out? Very sore? Oh wait, wait. The way you moaning big boy, I think the word you are looking for is "sensitive". Which bring me back to my original point - of these being titties."
As the older dude laughed, I felt humiliated.
AND too weak to even stop him, as he let my other arm go, and grabbed both of my nipples with his thumb and forefingers.
I did try to squirm away. But went straight into the wall with Coach right on my tail. Literally. It was obvious, that him pounding me physically had an effect on the older dude as well. A definite hard-on was up against my butt.
Coach held tightly to the tip of one of my tits, as he brought his hand down to again work my ass.
He GRABBED at my ass cheeks. Roughly scraping his finger nails on those mounds. He would then switch nipples. Pulling the other tit while the man-handling of my butt continued.
At some point, the tight material of the singlet painted around my ass, began to weaken from the finger scraps
I gasped out loud as I felt the material give-way and my buns BURST-out!
Coach roared with laughter. Stepping back to take a look. The singlet remained tight around most of my upper body, but my ass, balls and nipples were lewdly sticking out.
Coach give a hard SLAP to both of my ass cheeks, before flinging me back to the mat on my back.
"Let's take a better look at that fat ass, boy!"
Coach scurried behind me.
Grabbing my hair he lifted my head, letting it then fall back against his crotch. (Again, there was no denying that I was feeling coach's hard prick on the back of my head.)
He reached his arms out, grabbing my legs, and pulled them back towards his body.
I GROWLED in humiliation, as being pushed back in a "ball", completely exposed my butt, and even my pink asshole.
Mortifying me even more, was that Coach, (as he laughed at my predicament), was now holding onto my ankles. His fingers innocently passing over the soles of my super-sensitive feet, which was driving me WILD!
"Boy, look at that pussy of yours twitch. Is it itchy? That cunt enjoying being on display like that, boy?"
I didn't say a word as Coach mocked me. I dared not open my mouth and tell him that his fingers on my feet were making me SQUIRM like mad!
No way would Coach release the hold he had on me, though. My ankles staying in his grasp as he held me in the embarrassing pose.
So I bounced my head back. Hitting Coach squarely in the nuts.
"OW! Fucker!"
Coach angrily threw my legs away.
I grabbed at them. Rubbing my sore calves
Coach stood. He began stomping his bare foot on my sides. Again, weakening me, as I tried to catch my breath.
I tried to squirm away. Groaning.
"Sick of your whimpering, punk."
With that, Coach came up from behind me. Forcing me to open my mouth, he pushed one of his sweaty socks between my lips. Seconds later tying his other sock around my head,
I went to get at the gag, but my hands were quickly grabbed. This time my own socks were used to bind my hands together behind my back. Any move to stop Coach, was met with a hard SMASH with an elbow to my back.
Eventually I had to cave-in to the eventual. Allowing my hands to be bound.
I moaned in the sweaty socks with frustration.
My hard dick and tied nuts so uncomfortable under me.
With the battle having slowed, I now felt the cool air-conditioning of the room, on my red ass.
Rest-time was short-lived for me.
I was dragged on my stomach towards a wall. Coach then sat against the wall, with his legs spread on both sides of my shoulders.
He reached down. Grabbing my sweaty hair. Lifting my head.
This was the first time, I noticed that Coach had pulled his shorts off, and I was face-to-face with his bulging jock-strap!
Coach SHOVED my face in his nuts. Holding my head firmly as I squirmed. With the sock in my mouth, only able to breath thru my nose so forced to SNIFF that sweaty pouch.
"Yeah get a good whiff of a man's junk, boy! Yeah fucker, go ahead and moan. That just gets me hotter! You ain't the first big jock I made into my bitch, and you won't be the last. Stick that big butt up in the air. I like to look at it, while you sniff my scent, boy. Fuck, you are all ass boy. Big bubble-butt just couldn't even be held in that uni."
I lifted my ass as Coach ordered, but only to really give my dick some relief.
Meanwhile the scent of Coach's sweaty jock was all over my face. His prick so fuckin' hard! My face was rubbing on the pre as it dripped from his piss-slit Forced at times to SNIFF at his hairy balls thru the pouch.
I was only able to gasp for breath, when Coach eventually took time to manoeuvre my bound bod, onto my back,
My head now wedged and held between the Coach's strong thighs. My tied hands under me.
Unable to basically move a muscle, with my wide shoulders held tightly in position.
I gazed "up", and watched as Coach moved his fingers near my face. Reaching into his jock, he pulled out his hairy balls.
Laughing, as he slapped them on my face or held them firmly on my nose.
I squirmed frantically, but Coach was basically sitting on my head. Keeping me in place, as he leaned back on the wall.
Forced to sniff at his huge hairy sac.
"Yeah, not much fuckin' attitude now with a set of man-nuts on your face, hey boy? Bitch like you just gotta be taken down off it's perch once-and-awhile. Not that you don't seem to be enjoying it, mind you. That sac seems to be getting pretty tight, ain't it boy? "
Coach suddenly moved his feet.
I couldn't see, but I could feel his meaty toes on both sides of my dick thru the stretched uni.
My cock a hard wet slab, still pointing straight up my chest.
The coach's toes started roughly scraping on my dick. Concentrating on the piss-slit, which was clearly outlined in the material.
My growls of frustration in the sweaty sock, simply made the smaller dude laugh.
I was sniffing the balls covering my nose, as my piss-slit was teased non-stop.
Taunting me even more, Coach reached for my exposed nipples. Pulling them each in a different direction with tight fingers.
"So you just got taught a little lesson today, boy. A big fucker like you, CAN get schooled, boy. Getting pinned while sniffing a set of nuts, with your dick getting edged, your own bag tied, and your sensitive titties sticking up wanting to be played with."
Again Coach chuckled as he heard my horny cries and moans.
"Yep, listening to that squealing, makes me think I have a submission, bitch."
Coach got up. My head fell back on the mat, exhausted.
I felt him roughly shove a bare foot on my chest. Striking victory poses, he flexed his arms.
His foot situated, so he could wriggle his toes, and continue the teasing of my cock head. Him loving my defeated moans in the sock-gag.
At times, Coach sensing my pecker was ready to unload some cream in my singlet, would STOP, just as my tied nuts were ready to blast.
He smirked as he slowly reached down for my aching balls sticking out of the uni.
He got down to one knee, as he rolled my nuts between his fingers.
I was forced to get to my knees. Then FLUNG over the coach's knee.
Luckily my head hitting a soft mat, as no way to stop myself with arms tied with my own freakin' socks!
I quickly found out my bare ass was in a precarious position.
The smaller dude had me BOUNCIN' on his knee! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
My moans LOUD in the mat-room!
"COACH, PLEASE! OW! OW! AAHH FUCK!! OW! MY ASS, COACH!", I mumbled in the sock-gag. "STOP COACH, PLEASE!"
"You gonna be a good boy from now-on, bitch?", Coach asked with a mocking voice, and more SLAPS.
"YES! FUCK! OW! YES COACH, PLEASE!"
Apparently figuring he had humiliated me enough, the older dude pushed me HARD to the mat on my stomach.
He untied the socks from my hands.
Then he kicked at my legs, to turn me on my back.
"Look at your cock, boy. Still so fuckin' hard, even after getting your ass walloped again."
Coach then POUNCED on me.
GRINDING his hard cock on my tied nuts and wet shaft.
Not as tall, his mouth was at pec-level. Evident to me, as I could feel his lips and teeth attacking my nipple.
"Big fuckin horny tittied bitch," coach snapped at me, as he roughly worked the nips with bites and loud SLURPS!
Weakened, I tried to roll away. Which proved useless, as Coach just rolled with me.
When on top, my tit was chewed on, and my ass SPANKED! Making me quickly try to roll back, where my sore balls were then battered by Coach's grinding belly, or my nipples were SUCKED!
For me, I was beaten physically, and now, beaten sexually. I had been rock-hard for so long. My balls were literally aching with a load. My shaft, still encased in the uniform, was sticky with pre.
Coach again made me get to my knees. AND again he went down on one knee, but this time flung me over on my back.
Luckily this time, I was able to put my hands out to stop my fall.
Looking up, I watched Coach put his fingers in the hole of the uni around my nuts. R-I-P-P-I-N-G it carefully around my shaft till my fat cock slipped out.
Coach looked down at me, smirking as he untied the lace from around my balls. Only to again loop it around my huge sac, and then tie each ball around the shaft of my exposed prick.
The older dude grabbed at the end of my dick. His fingernails scarping on my swollen piss-slit. Pulling my cock back, then letting go, so my hard meat SMACKED on my stomach.
After a number of loud thumps of my dick on my belly, Coach let me slide to the floor.
He grabbed at the singlet around my arms. Quickly hauling it down. Stripping me bare ass naked.
"A little Greek-style wrestling, boy". said Coach with a laugh.
I looked up and watched him strip his jock-strap off.
The "Greek-wrestling" he was talking about was simply him jumping on my bod, and continuing his domination - except we were now totally nude!
I was again forced to squirm around, as Coach kept his solid compact body on me, at all times.
I was powerless to get him off me, as he continued non-stop teasing of my horny bod.
His 8-inch dick kept SMACKING on mine. Or banging on my nuts, still bound to the shaft.
Coach's strong hands also worked me all over.
Punches; pushing a pit over my face; pinching my erect nipples, middle finger finding my inny navel to wriggle-in.
When I would try to move around, my big feet were played with, making me fuckin' SQUEAL some "NNOOOOOOO"(s)!
"Big flippers are sensitive, are they boy?", coach asked mockingly.
He laughed out LOUD as he had me crying-out!
"Geezus! Good thing your opponents, OR your teammates, never found out about these horny feet, boy! Your buds in the dorm would have you doing anything they wanted."
"Please Coach. No more teasing. Please."
The shorter dude just laughed.
I was now on my stomach. Coach sitting on my back. Facing my big buns,
With two hard SLAPS on my ass, Coach ordered me to bring a foot up and back towards him.
He grabbed it. Holding onto the ankle, his fingernails scraped on the back of my wriggling toes.
(I could feel Coach's hairy cock and balls laying on my butt.)
"Now you gonna obey everything I tell you from now on?"
"MOAN! MOAN! Yes! Yes Coach!"
"Good. Cause if you don't, you know what will happen, right?"
"Yes, Yes Sir!"
Coach let my foot drop back to the floor.
I could feel his hands kneading my butt.
"Such a beautiful big ass boy. Glowing red. With one tight looking cunt, too."
Coach was spreading my deep ass-crack. Getting a look at my sweaty pink hole.
"Look at that itchy cunt twitching. Think it wants to get acquainted with my cock, boy?"
I yelped LOUD as Coach used a finger to rub around my asshole.
"Mmmmmm Fuck boy, that cunt is soooooo horny!"
I squirmed as coach man-handled my butt. Making me grind my hard cock on the mat.
He rose off my back. With a kick to my shins, he ordered me to turn.
I slowly turned to my back, leaning my head on the wall.
Humiliated as Coach pointed to my throbbing dick and snickered.
Looking down my chest, I saw the pools of pre that was on my stomach. Tied balls so full of cum, my dick couldn't seem to stop seeping it out!
GROANING, as Coach stepped on my chest. Both big feet splattering pre on my stomach. Trampling me, before he suddenly SAT down! His muscular smooth ass RIGHT ON my dick!
GROWLING at the pain-pleasure I was having as Coach "got himself comfy", by grinding his butt on my sore balls and wet shaft.
His feet, which Coach had managed to keep in the air, suddenly came down. With his shorter stature, he was able to lay his hands back, wedge his ass-crack comfortably along my hard cock, and bring his feet to my face.
"LICK! Don't MAKE me ask twice, Bitch! Lick your horny cock-juice. Clean my feet!" Coach ordered laughing.
He shoved his soles on my face. Pinning my head against the "mat-wall".
Just like with Ty, I knew I had put myself in a no-win situation. Coach had me by the balls. Literally. Rather then facing more of his rough beat-down, I licked
With a chuckle, Coach slid his ass-crack on my rock-hard prick, as he pushed both soles on my tongue.
"Clean em', bitch. Tongue out. Between each toe. Now SUCK!"
I quickly obeyed each command. Trying to put an end to the humiliation.
"Yeah worship, boy! This could be a common occurrence. And judging by the size of your cock underneath me, one that you won't mind!
Coach shoved toes in my mouth. I moaned and cringed - as I heard an echo of that similar threat I had gotten this summer from my neighbour, Ty.
He pushed a foot back. Admired my tongue-work, before shoving it back roughly on my face for more licks and slurps.
I winced as I try to keep servicing. My balls aching from Coach purposely squirming on my tied sac and shaft.
Coach's big toe left my lips.
I watched as he lifted himself off my chest. Quickly scooting up, with his rock hard prick in hand.
"Open your mouth, bitch. Yeah. that's it. Take that meat. Plenty of time to take all 8-inches, jock-boy. Just work on the head."
For the second time in my life, I had a man's hard penis between my lips. And like the first, the taste of the pre like an aphrodisiac. I tasted that goo as it seeped in my mouth.
Coach had me pinned by his smooth belly. He was basically kneeling on my chest with his cock filling my mouth.
His feet, laying on my pecs were soon finding my nipples.
"Aaaahh yeah, those horny titties. Just my toes working them has you moaning around my meat like a whore, boy!"
Coach was able to scrap the edge of my nipples, making me groan as the sensitive tips were teased. Making me slurp LOUD around that fuck-stick filling my mouth.
He worked his dong in and out of my mouth. Giving me orders to jack the shat as I sucked, or to lick the knob and piss-slit.
Finally he pushed his cock out, letting it bob in front of my face.
"Think my dick needs another hole to explore, boy."
He quickly got off my body.
I watched as he went at my legs. Lifting them quickly up and back, he put his face between my deep crack, and started lapping at my asslips.
"AARRGH FUCK! C-C-COACH! THAT DRIVES ME CRAZY! PL-PL-EASE! MOAN!"
"Shut up bitch! (SLURP. SLURP). Fuckin' horny cunt! You loving it. Play with your titties, boy. Wanna see you working em' while I eat your cunt."
I hesitantly reached for my sore nipples. Pulling them. Pinching the tips as Coach returned to eat my hole.
My moans so LOUD in the mat-room. No surprise to me, as Ty months before had awaken me to the realization that my asshole LOVED to feel tongue!
I tried to grab for my tied nuts, to give them some relief.
But as Coach ate my hole, he reached up and SLAPPED my hand away.
"Keep your fucking hands on your titties, boy."
My head hitting back on the wall of the mat. Tongue trying to drill in my hole driving me INSANE!
"MOAN. Please. No more. Please."
"I agree, boy. Cunt had enough tongue. Time for cock."
Coach got up. Reaching for my hair, he made me get on all 4s on the mat.
Moments later, his cock was pushing it's way past my tight deep butt-crack. Aiming for my wet hole.
Unlike when Ty had took my ass-cherry, there was no pain. The coach's long cock just FORCED itself thru my asslips in seconds, leaving a feeling of fullness in my butt,
There was also no letting me get "used to" that dick. Coach just started FUCKING,
Quick in-out pistoning of his rock hard meat in my hole. Every second or third stroke, with a loud SLAP on my red buns.
"Fuck, boy. Your cunt and my cock a perfect fit. So tight. Man, that big ass just taking all my dick. Yeah moan, boy. I know you love it!"
And I WAS moaning. His 8-inch dong able to ram that button in my hole which was making me shiver with lust. Wanting that feeling over and over.
Coach pushed us so we were now leaning on our sides. His hips working his cock up my hole.
I desperately wanted to play with my cock, but that just brought orders for me to keep playing with my swollen nipples.
Coach was grunting loudly.. I could tell he was getting close. Long "wrestling fore-play" and now this intense fucking of my tight hole, was getting to him.
He shoved my fingers out of the way. He himself grabbing both of my nipples.
PINCHING my sore tits. Forcing my hole to tighten around the shaft of his cock. And that was all it took.
A FLOOD of cum erupted from coach's piss-slit. He pushed his cock so deep.. Tunnelling his meat in the depth of my hole as he unloaded shot after shot of his sticky cream.
I was inadvertently tormenting Coach's prick. As he shot that load, he squirmed against my bod. His feet rubbing on my super sensitive soles, which was making my asslips react by LOCKING around the shaft of his cock. Milking that rod of every drop of man-milk.
With the final spasm of his spent prick, coach stopped grinding against my bod.
We stayed in position for a few moments. Catching my breath, as I tried to wriggle my way off the coach's pecker.
That was met by a tightening of the thumbs and forefingers holding-on to each one of my nipples. Holding me in place with my red-ass pushed back onto coach's stomach.
"Where you going boy? You think I am finish with that tight cunt of yours already? All I have to do is rub your titties, and I think you will be good for another load of my cum up that tight fucking hole."
"Mmmmm aahh Coach. Ah man, my nipples. So sensitive. Moan"
Coach pulled and pinched on the, now, puffy nubs. Distracting me to push my hole back on that prick which was still lodged in my ass.
The older dude started grinding up against me. His belly rubbing on my red butt. His meaty feet starting to again rub on my soles.
Whether he knew or not, the reaction of the teasing of my horny feet had my stretched asslips twitching around his shaft. Reawakening his spent dick.
Coach moved up, so he was now between my legs. Making sure to keep his semi-hard dick in my wet hole.
Looking down at me, he smirked as he deftly removed the binds around my sore nuts, and shaft.
"Gonna FUCK the cum right out of you bitch", Coach said smugly, "Keep your hands away from your dick. Get your fingers around your titties, boy. Play with those titties as you get your pussy fucked."
I needed to cum so bad, his taunts and humiliations did not faze me. I just needed to jizz!. Once untied, my nuts were dripping pre all over my stomach.
The smaller dude grabbed my ankles. His prick, which was now once-again to full 8-inches in my asshole, was soon drilling in and out.
I gasped non-stop.That shaft forcing my asslips to stretch over and over. BANGING my prostrate with the head. His balls tapping on my red buns.
"OOH FUCK COACH! YOUR COCK. SO BIG! SO GOOD! AHH MAN! PLEASE!"
As he had promised, Coach had gotten this big jock a whimpering horny bitch. Wanting- needing that meat to keep pounding in my hole for relief.
"Work that tight cunt, bitch. Yeah tighten it around my hole you fucking whore! These big flippers of yours need some work, bitch? FUCK! Your pussy just choking my cock when I play with those fucking feet. Yeah milk my rod, bitch. You gonna get flooded again!"
On my sweaty back, sliding on the mat. Unable to move my ticklish feet away from the coach's extreme tickling and scratching of my upturned soles. My hole gladly taking his prick for a ride.
I actually never even realized when I shot my load. My body just literally froze in ecstasy. My own fingers cruelly pulling my nipples, in reaction to an itch on my abused feet, adding on-to that cock jabbing at my prostrate one time too many.
I fell back, as my piss-slit shot jets of cum - covering my smooth belly.
I was brought back to reality as Coach purposely put his fingers on my huge toes, and started an intense scratching!
He didn't even speak. Knowing that my asshole was in his control. Making it GRIP around his shaft in response, as I YELPED!
My fucked hole so sore. But still being forced to SLAM back on that cock and take it DEEP!
In my mind, I was begging coach to cum to end the torment on my "cunt" AND feet.
Coach's excited dick, as much as the older dude probably enjoyed working my bod, could not last. My asslips like a vice around his shaft, soon had the older dude growling and hard squirts of gooey cum were once again filling my hole.
He pulled his spent prick from my ass. Ordering me to keep my legs pushed back and spread.
He left the mat-room for about a minute.
Smirking as he returned and found me in the same position he had left. Not daring to move.
"Can't let you leave here with cum dripping out of your cunt, boy."
I MOANED as the smaller dude knelt besides me. Showing me a 5-6 inch vibrator, which he promptly pushed up my swollen hole.
"There you go, I will turn it on just a bit," said the Coach smirking as he made me SQUIRM. Feeling the pulses deep in my ass.
"Ok boy. That will keep that cum in your cunt. Now let's clean up the rest."
Like Ty had done, my final humiliation from Coach was in the works, as he sat down on the floor near me.
Coach lifted his bare feet. Rubbing them on my cum-covered belly, before bringing them to my lips.
"Lick my feet clean, bitch! Get on those fucking toes! Stick your tongue in between them. Get all of your fucking juice, off them, boy!"
I submissively did as ordered.
I MOANED at the thought that though outside I was a masculine alpha-male - in the presence of my wrestling coach, I was his new fuck-toy.
Coach leaned over.
Laughing as he shoved a big toe in my mouth, as he set the vibrator in my hole to a higher setting.