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First time submitting a story so may be some teething issues. I am British and will be writing in British English - story is based in New York State though. This is a story about a young man who finds his wrestling coach in a very compromising position and naturally takes advantage of this for his own enjoyment. It will start off a bit tame but I plan to have him turn Coach Jenson into a true muscle fag!
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Chapter 3
On Saturday morning Nathan decided to go for a run, it was rare for him to do this, but not unheard of so his parents saw nothing suspicious about it.
He did not take his normal route, instead he did a wide loop that led directly to Jenson's flat. He had to help his parents around the house later and then had plans with his friends. Which meant that unfortunately this morning could not be a long session of abuse. The reason he was going was to confirm his suspicions and given himself a chance to further exert his control over Jenson.
When he arrived, sweat dripping from his forehead, he again rang every buzzer but Jenson's. He pushed himself to run up the stairs and knocked on the door.
A long silence followed. Nathan was just about to knock again when the door opened, a beautiful blond woman stood in loose men's pyjamas. Nathan recognised her from the picture in Jenson's bedroom; Linda.
"Hi sweetie, what can I do for you?"
Damn! She was nice too, he was going to end up feeling bad for her now, but it wouldn't stop what he eventually did.
"Sorry, is Nathan here?"
"Oh my Lord I love you accent! But sorry sweetie, just me and Brian here."
"Huh, I'm sorry to disturb you then, I must have got the wrong address."
"Not a problem! Hold on, it's my boyfriend's flat maybe he knows a neighbour called Nathan. Brian!" She called over her shoulder loudly, after a brief pause Jenson's reply carried through,
"Yeah babes?"
"Any of your neighbours got a kid called
Nathan?" Nathan struggled to keep the smirk from his face, but he didn't want to ruin things if she turned round.
Jenson was suddenly in the hall behind Linda, wearing nothing but a pair of tight white briefs, "What?!"
"Brian! Put some clothes on! I am so sorry about him, sometimes he is so rude." The last was said to Nathan, who, despite everything that had happened, still found the sight of Jenson like that hard to look away from. He smiled and brushed it off as nothing. "This kid is looking for Nathan, any of your neighbours got a kid called that?"
Jenson seemed to be frozen in the hall, wide eyes fixed on Nathan.
"Hellooo? Earth to Brian!?"
"What? Erm I don't know, erm maybe..." Nathan took advantage of Linda staring aghast at Jenson apparently having a full system malfunction to mouth to him `out now' and point into the corridor. Jenson blinked. "Actually, I think one of the other buildings has a kids called Nathan. I don't remember the address, I'll have to take you. Just let me throw some clothes on." He disappeared into the bedroom as Nathan feigned polite protests, which were brushed aside by sweet Linda.
A couple of minutes later, Jenson was back now wearing grey joggers and a hoodie, he grabbed keys on the way and slipped on some flip flops. Linda swooped in to give him a kiss and whisper loudly enough for Nathan to hear, "don't be too long, I'll be in the shower."
She turned to Nathan, "have a good day, sweetie." She said with a wave, god she was lovely!
Nathan made a show of being embarrassed and grateful as he trudged along behind Jenson. As soon as the door thudded closed behind them in the stairwell Jenson turned.
"Now this is getting out of hand. Look here Nathan last night was one thing but you cannot just turn up anytime you want, and you cannot be interfering with my relationship with Linda." His voice was genuinely angry, far more than Nathan had ever heard it at school. This giant muscular wrestling coach getting angry with him should have been terrifying, but even as he looked menacingly over Nathan all the younger boy felt was amusement, and little thrill at the note of panic and fear in Jenson's voice.
Casually he reached for Jenson's crotch, he was actually surprised when Jenson's large hand wrapped fully round his lower arm, holding it tightly in place. When he reached with his other hand Jenson again grabbed him in a vice.
They stared each other down for a moment and then Nathan softened his gaze, and looked down.
"You're right, I'm sorry." Jenson blinked in confusion, his grip on Nathan's arms loosening. He was clearly not sure where to go from there and he didn't get a chance to work it out. Suddenly Nathan drove his knee up into Nathan's crotch. His face contorted in pain and shock, he nearly shouted in pain but before he could Nathan took advantage of his arms' freedom to punch the coach under the ribs, driving the air from him.
Jenson collapsed to the floor, clutching his balls and gasping desperately for air. He didn't even notice that Nathan had taken off one of his flip flops and pulled his sweatpants down to reveal his white briefs.
Shoving his sweaty headband in Jenson's mouth Nathan began smacking his ass. The stairwell echoed with the sounds of the hard smacks and the grunts of pain from Jenson, growing higher and higher in pitch. Nathan lost track a bit, but gave at least 5 smacks to each cheek. By the end Jenson was curled over, one hand cupping his aching balls the other feebly trying to fend off the smacks. Nathan straightened up, dusted himself off and took a quick picture on his phone.
"Get up before someone comes, moron." Slowly Jenson started unfolding and getting to his feet. "Stay on your knees, bitch."
There were tears streaking Jenson's cheeks and he was clearly still in pain and shock.
"I'm not going to make you go back and immediately dump Linda, but only because she seems so damn nice," and also because he wanted to draw out the suffering for Jenson. "But let's get this straight, I own you. That means I and only I decide when and if you get to cum. From now on you are not to have sex with Linda, or even let her suck you off. You can go down on her as much as she wants though. I don't care what you tell her but if I even suspect you have disobeyed me in this you will regret it." Nathan loved the thrill of power he felt at the fear suddenly heightened in the bigger man's eyes.
Nathan gave a few instructions and then left. Pumped up from putting his coach in his place again Nathan's run home was even quicker than his run to Jenson's. He had suspected that Jenson would end up bringing Linda back last night which was why he went to check, but it had turned out even better than he imagined. Jenson grabbing his hands like that had been a bit scary but it also added to the thrill of it all. Knowing that Jenson was resisting but still having to comply was a massive turn on. He had nearly fucked Jenson right there in the stairwell once he saw him on his knees like that. But he wanted to save that for later, and to draw the whole thing out as long as he could. Jenson wasn't going anywhere, that was for sure.
He spent the rest of the morning helping his parents in the garden. That afternoon he went to the mall with his friends. It was a fun day out, slightly spoilt by a run in with Connor. But even the school's resident homophobic bully could not ruin Nathan's good mood now he had Jenson.
That evening he made excuses after dinner and went to his bedroom. Setting his phone on the desk next to him he did some homework and watched videos on his laptop. About 8pm he started checking his phone more regularly, at 8:15, just before he decided to send a text chasing up Jenson's messages started to arrive.
The last instruction Nathan had given before leaving that morning had been that tonight Jenson send pictures modelling every piece of underwear he had, finally they were arriving.
The first few were briefs similar to this morning, form hugging, accentuating the muscles of his legs. Even soft as he was the bulge from his cock and balls was significant, and a joy to the ever horny Nathan. The pictures from behind showed off Jenson's gorgeous, huge ass, two slabs of muscle that seemed sculpted by god.
After the briefs came a couple of y-fronts, these two were extremely tight, showing off his bulge even more than the briefs, and the sight of them riding up and failing to contain his massive ass had Nathan gripping his hard cock through his trousers. The loose boxers were a bit of a disappointment after those, although certainly fashionable they were not as enjoyable a sight as the others and would certainly have to go.
Next was the jock straps, black, white and, for some reason, red. Cupping his cock and balls even more than the y-fronts and lifting his pert bare ass these were by far the best of the lot, Nathan fought the urge to get his cock out and wank right then and there over the pictures of Jenson's ass on display in his jock strap. But he wanted to save his cum for his coach.
He waited. Five minutes went by. Nothing else arrived. He texted Jenson; Where is the rest?
He began formulating plans for punishment after that and was just about to send a threatening message when his phone buzzed again.
The last two pictures of the night were of Jenson wearing a pair of Linda's underwear. Small flimsy pink material failed to properly contain even his flaccid cock. The picture of the back showed the too small panties riding up into his crack. As instructed his face was in both pictures and the look of shame and frustration on his face was delicious.
Very nice! Wear those to work on Monday, I will be checking.
And remember, NO CUMMING!!
With that Nathan put his phone away and tried to finish his homework. Soon he ended up just sitting planning things to do with Jenson. When he eventually went to bed he did so while plotting what to do about Connor - now he controlled the wrestling coach he was not about to let the star of the team get away with his stupid homophobia.