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Again, thank you for your patience. Since little Mikey is almost fully trained now, I only have about one, maybe two, more chapters to go here. I am actually working on another story involving a professional bodybuilder, formerly straight, becoming a submissive gay bitch to his trainer.
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CHAPTER 27
I was in the Coach's office, under his desk, staring at his thick thighs that were taking up most of the room. He spread them wide open as he reached his hand to his crotch. The phone rang. Coach answered and spoke about business as he rubbed his growing cock bulge. I could see his cock lengthening down the inside of his tight sweatpants toward his knee. He lifted his ass up off his seat and pointed down with his finger. I knew he wanted me to pull down his sweatpants. The musky smell hit me instantly and, as soon as his pants were lowered, he pulled my face into his crotch.
I felt faint and so horny at the same time. I think that pill was taking its effect now and my cock throbbed in the chastity cage. I opened my mouth and he pushed a few fingers in, fucking them in and out. Then, with his fingers holding my mouth open, he guided it to his throbbing cock and pushed it inside. I wanted it this time. At that moment, I truly loved sucking this huge black cock.
I wanted the coach to be proud of me. I wanted to give him an amazing orgasm more than anything. He was still on the phone as I held his cock in my mouth. He didn't move and I didn't move. I stayed completely still feeling his cock throbbing and expanding inside my mouth. He finally ended his phone call and moved both hands to my face, pulling it into his crotch. His cock went all the way down my throat. My breathing stopped.
I didn't dare move until I felt myself begin to faint. I pulled off him and he slapped my face. He pushed his chair back and pulled me out by the hair.
Still on my knees, he whispered to me.
"Do you know who was on the phone girl?" he asked. "That was the district athletic director. I told him about my testosterone plan and he is very interested if it helps us win matches." He continued, "We're going to allow winning wrestlers to have an orgasm. Those that don't win, will be caged like you. We will allow each wrestler to have an orgasm based on their winning record and only during designated milking sessions. "
He stood up, dropped his pants and pushed his cock back into his jock, turned around and paused. He looked back at me and I knew what was expected. I crawled to him and pressed my face into his sweaty ass crack. His smell surrounded my senses. Musky, sweaty, dirty man scent. He waited until I found his hole and gave it one nice long lick.
He slowly walked into the laundry room, with me following him on his knees. He pulled me to standing position in front of him, abruptly turned me around and pushed me to bend over. I thought he might just fuck me there but, instead, he pressed his fingers into my ass crevice and found my hole though the singlet and panties underneath. The material was so worn and thin that he could push his finger directly into my pussy, shoving the material into my hole as well.
After fucking me with several fingers, he knelt down behind me and pulled the wet material out of my pussy hole. With both hands, he ripped an opening through the singlet and my pink panties.
"There girl," he said as he stood up and grabbed the back of my neck, "now you're ready." He bought me over to a large laundry bin that was full of dirty clothes, towels, underwear and jocks.
"The boys are finishing up practice now with the athletic director." He said, "and they'll be here soon." He grabbed my neck and almost lifted me off the floor. "Get in pussy girl", he said as I climbed into the dirty laundry bin. It was about 3' by 4' and deep enough to push me down, on my hands and knees, in the middle of the dirty laundry.
"Hands and knees girl," he orderd.
"Sir... Coach, what is going on...", I asked.
He suddenly slapped me across the face and grabbed my hair.
"shut up and do as you're told bitch", he yelled. He wrapped something around my head and blindfolded me. Everything went black. The dirty raunchy laundry smell intensified as he pushed my head down and covered me completely.
I got on my hands and knees, between the dirty jocks, and then understood when I saw that there were holes on the sides of the basket on both ends. Before I could think, he grabbed a strap from inside the basket and wrapped it around my neck and reattached it to the inside of the basket. My face was press up against the inside of the basket, over a strategically place hole, unable to move. He did the same thing with the strap around my hips at the other end of the basket, pulling my butt against another hole at the opposite end.
"Spread your knees open girl." He ordered as he slapped my ass. He then attached a strap to each of my thighs, keeping them spread wide open.
I knew my fate.
I was going to be used as a training tool for the team. Coach covered my body with more dirty laundry so that I was not visible at all.
"Keep your mouth shut unless there is a cock trying to get into it girl", he said, "Am I understood?" He kicked he basket hard.
"Yes Sir" I said, thinking about what was to come. Actually, through out all of this, my cock was straining against the cage. I remember taking a pill earlier. My head was spinning and I was horny as hell. All I could think about was cock. For some reason, my brain was completely focused on big throbbing cock. I couldn't think straight. Visions of hard dripping cocks flashed through my brain. I almost couldn't wait to taste the first one coming through that hole.
"Let's see how this works now" It was the coach. Suddenly I felt a cock at my mouth and knew I must open to it to enter my throat.
"Im fuckin horny as hell so this is gonna be quick." He started throat fucking me right away. I wasn't ready and started gagging.
"Shut up bitch," he said, "I don't wanna hear any noise coming from you at all. Not even gagging. The only noise I want to hear is moaning when you swallow a load, or crying if it hurts. Either way, you will take the fuck bitch".
I wasn't in a position to argue and simply focused on making the cock in my throat cum. I wanted the cum. I wanted Kyle to hear about what a good boy I was and how I took all the cock.
Suddenly, I hear noises coming into the lockerroom.
"Fuck!" the coach yelled as he pulled his unsatisfied cock out of my mouth quickly. He didn't cum. I wanted more. What was wrong with me? I wanted his cum.
I don't know what happened to the Coach until I hear him speaking to another man. I assume it was the Athletic Director, who was working out with the team. I tried to hear what they were saying as the Varsity team came into the laundry room. I remained perfectly still and quiet.
"I understand that Smitty here, won today's tournament." The Coach said. Ugh, I thought. Smitty had a biggest cock on the team. I stifled a groan knowing what was going to happen.
"I want the singlets off and stand in a line here," He said. I didn't' hear anything until he yelled, "NOW!" and I heard shuffling.
"You all know about the new training methods and today we are going to implement it." I heard the Coach walking firmly as he spoke, like a drill sergeant speaking to the troops. "Basically, no wrestler on my team has an orgasm without my direct permission, and does it under my direction. Period. Am I understood?"
"yes coach" each wrestler mumbled.
"Understood?" Coach yelled.
"YES COACH" the guys yelled back in unison.
"I am trusting that each of you have obeyed these rules, which means no one has emptied their balls in 5 days." He continued walking. "Get hard boys" there was a pause, "I said get hard!". There was another pause but eventually I heard some moaning. The wrestlers were jerking off standing in the line.
"Today, one of you will be rewarded with a nice cum. Smitty here has won the tournament and will be the first wrestler allowed to release. The rest of you are not allowed to cum."
There were groans and moans.
"Shut up you faggots" Coach said. "At least I will allow you to watch. We are all in this together and we stay united as a team. You get to watch Smitty release his cum for the team."
I felt like the coach was closer to me in the laundry basket.
"Here, inside this basket, is a little surprise for you. I will stand here and Smitty, you stand at the other end. Boys, you can circle around to get a good view. You see that hole right in front of that hard dick of yours, Smitty?"
"Yes... Sir" Smitty said. I could tell he was still jerking off his cock.
"Im gonna hold the basket in place, here, and I want you to put that hard cock into the hole" Coach pressed himself against my face through the basket. I felt something press against my asshole and I tried to keep quiet but couldn't.
"Ummmfgh" I groaned.
"Something is blocking the hole Coach." Smitty said.
"I know it seems that way but I have a surprise inside here for you boy" Coach chuckled. "There is a nice pussy in there that you will fuck your cock into. You will be allowed to orgasm because you are the winning wrestler."
I felt the pressure in my ass increase until it popped inside me.
"Ohhhhh fuck" Smitty said as he pushed, "Fuckin tight pussy. Ohhhhhhh, yeahhh" He instantly started fucking me. Fast. My face was banging into the other end of the basket but the coach was there holding it in place.
"Good boy" Coach said, "fuck that hole as hard as you want."
All of a sudden, I felt his cock against my lips. I looked down to see it was black and knew the coach wanted to finish what he started. He pushed hard and, because I was strapped in, my mouth was forced open. The angle of my head tiled back made it easier for him to thrust into my throat. I was gagging. The team heard me this time. Both holes were now being fucked by cock. I couldn't believe how my life had changed from my stepdads training. My brain was in a fog and all I could think about was cock. Big thick cock dripping slimy white cum. The cock in my pussy started pounding harder and I could hear him grunting. In fact, all the wrestlers were moaning.
"Go ahead boys," the coach said, "jerk those cocks, but nobody cums. Understood?"
"Yes coach" I could tell it was Coletti's voice. I heard, "Fuck yeah, bro" and "Pound the bitch". I wonder if they knew it was me under all the dirty laundry.
"Coach, I gotta cum now" Smitty said as he started rutting into my hole. I was actually loving it now. I was pushing back against him, with a mouth full of cock, getting his cock deeper into my cunt hole.
"Hold up Smitty," Coach said while he pumped my mouth. Suddenly I felt a coolness on my back and realized Coach had pushed the laundry away, exposing me.
"Fuck," said Coletti immediately, "Its little Mikey".
"It's a dude Coach?" Smitty said as he held still momentarily. "I thought I was fucking some bitch." I felt his cock slowly start pumping again. He was just too close to stop fucking at this point.
"You are fucking a bitch," Coach said. I felt the coach put both hands behind my head and pump my mouth. `Get ready to swallow my cum bitch." The boys were now chanting louder to Smitty, telling him to "fuck the bitch harder."
"Fuck Coach, I can't hold it back." Smitty said, "Please let me cum now."
"Fuck... uuaagh" Coach groaned loudly, "cum inside the bitch now boy?" I felt my mouth get flooded with thick cum, making me gag.
Smitty was rutting into me hard now and suddenly I felt something shooting out of my caged cock. I was cumming without a real orgasm. He was pounding my prostate, forcing the cum out of my balls.
"Fuckkkkk," Smitty groaned, "I gonna cum.... OHhhhhhh, uuuagggh, fuckkkkk" I think I actually felt his cum flood my asshole.
"Yeah, fuck bro" the wrestlers were chatting, "Fuckin cum in the bitch".
Smitty continued to pump my hole. Coach took the laundry and covered me again. The cocks stayed inside me so I didn't dare move.
"Quite a show boys". It was a new voice. It took me a minute to realize it must have been the Athletic Director. He was a huge muscular black man and, I remember, always had a big bulge in his sweatpants. He was Coach's boss.
"I think this new plan will work just fine, don't you?" Coach asked him.
"Sure but now what are you gonna do with all these other boys with hard cocks?" He asked. Coach took a minute and must have been checking the other wrestlers.
"They are gonna put those cocks back into their jock and head home with no cum." Coach said, "They know they can't cum unless they earn it."
"You think that is really what they will do?" His boss said, "Look at this hard cock about ready to burst." One of the boys moaned so I guess the man was rubbing his hard cock.
"What about this one?" Another guy moaned. The boys must have been standing side by side with their cocks sticking out in front of them.
"They will go home and cum in 5 mins Coach," he said, "and there's no stopping them cause you can't put them all in a cage like the faggot here." I felt him kick the laundry basket and it shook me.
"True, I guess" Coach said. "You boys know you can't cum without permission, right?"
"Right coach" they yelled.
"You're not gonna cum when I send you all home either, right?" Coach asked again.
"Right Coach." The director laughed.
"You believe that?" he said, "I think you are better off just taking care of it now Coach." What did he mean by that I thought to myself...
"Get into two lines boys" the director continued, "A line behind Coletti here and line over by the coach. I think it would be best for each of them to learn they need permission to cum. It seems to me, Coach, that this is the best way to control their orgasm for now, since they are not caged."
"We let them fuck now?" Coach asked.
"That's right." The director replied, "we have a nice warm wet tight pussy and mouth here, so let's just let them use little Mikey. The only rule is they don't cum until you give them permission. They are in two lines, one in mouth one in pussy, and they fuck until you allow them to shoot."
"If I say they can't cum, then they pull out and wait, right?" Coach asked
"Yes, but", the director said, "they are not allowed to pull out and must keep fucking without cumming until you say. If they stop pumping, they receive demerits toward the next practice."
"Perfect" The coach said. "They hold their cum until I allow them to shoot. If they shoot before that, we punish them. Great discipline training."
"Exactly" the director said.
"And," the coach replied as he pull all the laundry off me, "I have little Mikey here who will just have to take their fucks until the last man shoots his sperm inside him." The boys started inserting their hard cocks into the holes, watching them go inside me.
"Ohhhhh, ughghhhh" I moaned.
"The way I see it," the director said, "this is a win-win solution."
I was going to be fucked by the entire team, and there was nothing I could do about.
---to be continued---
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