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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! -------------------------------------------------
Chapter 5
It was Friday afternoon, just before lunch, and Nathan had just finished gym class. He and the rest of the boys were showering off.
Jenson had been somewhat subdued all week, moping about just because his whore mouth got used a bit. Nathan had given him some space, partly because he didn't want to push him too far too fast and risk ruining his new toy, but also he wanted to lure him into a false sense of security.
In the showers Nathan lingered as long as he could without it being obvious, he had to be careful still, Coach Howe's warning had done little to curb Connor's behaviour. But the chance to ogle that beautifully curvaceous furry body was worth it. None of the other boys in school had either the muscles or hairiness of Connor. As much as Nathan loved Jenson's smooth muscles, and he really did love them, there was something enticing about the idea of running his fingers through the hairs on Connor's chest. And Connor knew it, he knew that none of his peers could match his masculine physique. Nathan thought he had very nearly worked out a plan to turn Connor into his second slave, and when he did he was pretty sure he would shave that masculine body from toes to eyebrows, the thought of dominating and emasculating Connor like that forced Nathan out of the showers before his growing erection could be noticed.
Dried and clothed Nathan left the changing rooms, following the crowd as they rushed to lunch. As he walked along he saw Jamie, one of the three male cheerleaders, leaving Jenson's office. Assuming this meant Jenson was in Nathan slowed down, letting everyone else pass him. As he did he noticed for the first time that Jamie had a fantastic ass. He slowed to a stop as he admired Jamie hastily trotting away. As far as he knew Jamie was straight, terrible waste.
Connor shoulder barged past him in the now empty corridor, laughing as the doors closed behind him and his friends on their way out to lunch. Nathan was now alone in the corridor as he looked through Jenson's door, frowning in confusion. Empty, but Jenson had definitively not left the office since Jamie had.
He went in and sat down, quickly texting Jenson to get to his office. It was time to stop taking it easy on him.
"What are you doing in here Nathan?" Howe managed to be disconcertingly silent for such a bulky man.
"Oh Coach Jenson said he wanted to have a word with me about wrestling and to wait for him."
"Hmm we'll make sure he doesn't make you skip lunch. And put that phone away."
"Yes coach."
He listened to the sound of Howe walking down the corridor and the doors closing behind him. Then whipped his phone out and texted Jenson to hurry.
Five minutes later Jenson walked into the office, hesitantly which made Nathan smile.
"What underwear are you wearing?"
"What?" Jenson blinked, "sorry, erm a jock strap."
"Hmm nice, from now on you are only allowed to wear jock straps and women's panties, but some more and get rid of the rest of your underwear." There was a pregnant pause, then Jenson nodded miserably.
"Yes sir."
"Shorts down, let me see your jock strap."
"I can't! Not in the office, in the middle of the day!"
"Did you just try to refuse me, bitch?" Nathan growled, his cock already semi hard at the thought of what he would do next, and the fun of breaking Jenson's continued futile resistance. "Shorts down and bend over the table, now."
Jenson looked around, checking nobody was in the corridor, then, head hung in shame, he dropped his shorts and leant over the table. His fat muscle ass sticking out gloriously.
Nathan grabbed two handful and squeezed, kneading the coach's ass like dough.
"Please be quick sir, before someone comes." Nathan had been planning to keep it brief, but for that he would draw this out a bit.
"Oh, are you close to cumming, bitch? Well not without permission,"
"What?! No! Of course not!" Jenson's protest was almost aggressive, but slightly spoilt when Nathan reached between his legs to cup his crotch and found a semi-hard monster. Jenson certainly hated what was being done to him in many way, but there was also a part of him that enjoyed it, even if all he enjoyed was the attention.
After kneading the big cheeks for a few minutes Nathan suddenly pulled back his hand and spanked Jenson hard enough to leave a red mark. The loud smack reverberated through the empty corridor outside, as did Jenson's gasp. Nathan savoured it...then delivered three more in quick succession.
"Ah! Sir please no more!"
"Haha what a weak pussy! I'll stop for now," Nathan said as he caressed the warm cheeks. "But only because I don't want to get disturbed. Pull your shorts up, slut." As he said that, Nathan let his fingers tickle through Jenson's spread ass cheeks, lightly scraping his hole with a nail.
Jenson squeaked in terror and jumped up nearly falling over and smacking his head on the desk in his rush to pull his shorts up.
Nathan cackled as he sat down again.
"Relax, I'm not going to fuck you...yet."
Jenson smoothed down him shorts, taking a few deep breaths as he gingerly sat down.
"I didn't say you could sit. Stand." The muscled stud sprang to his feet. "Do you have my key?"
"Yes sir," he stood there dumbly, obviously knowing what he should do but not wanting to do so. The other day Nathan had texted him and instruction to get a spare set of keys to his flat made and bring them to him at school by the end of the week.
"Sit down, and give them to me." Jenson sat, wincing slightly at the pain in his ass. As Nathan had predicted he then had to stand up to hand him the keys taken from his desk drawer.
"Stay standing." He pocketed the keys. "Do you have any clubs or anything at school this evening? I know you took detention the last few nights, which had better not have been voluntary."
Jenson opened his diary on the desk and started flicking through.
"Sit down for god sake you idiot." Nathan tried to hide the smirk as Jenson obeyed, wincing again. He stopped smirking when an envelope dropped out of Jenson's diary, which Jenson picked up with a smile and went to put in his desk.
"What is that? Give it here."
"It's nothing just a letter, it's erm school business, you can't see."
Nathan narrowed his eyes.
"Stand the fuck up and give me the letter," he did not shout, simply ordered firmly.
Jenson stood and held out the letter, holding on to it for a second when Nathan tried to take it.
The envelope was addressed in neat handwriting to simply Coach Jenson. Nathan tugged it open, noting that Jenson had not read it yet, so obviously recognised what it was without reading.
Inside was a handwritten note in the same neat writing. He skimmed it quickly, eyes widening. It was signed simply `Love, your J', under that the writer had done kissed the paper with dark red lipstick, leaving a mark. He smiled and went back to the beginning to read it again.
Coach Jenson Sir,
Thank you so much for leaving your jockstrap on Wednesday, did you see me take them? I couldn't help myself and sniffed them right there in the office!!!
I have been sleeping with them pressed to my face since then. You are the perfect masculine man, a real man and you smell like a real man, not like the boys here. I dream of your big daddy cock raping my virgin pussy, it makes me so wet Daddy.
Your J
Nathan contained a smirk, and looked up at Jenson, standing behind his desk looking uncomfortable.
"How long has this been going on?"
Jenson stood dumbly, Nathan could practically see him trying to weigh up the consequences of lying vs the consequences of telling the truth.
"About a year, but I never encouraged her I swear."
"You didn't? And what about the jockstrap you apparently left for her on Wednesday."
"I..."
"Come here."
He dragged his feet as he walked round the desk to stand by Nathan in the chair. Nathan reached out and groped his cock and balls through his shorts. Jenson looked through the door to check nobody could see.
"You can't, not here." Nathan responded by squeezing his balls hard.
"I shouldn't have to remind you that I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to." He pulled Jenson's shorts down, releasing the growing beast within. While he reread the letter he absently stroked Jenson to his full massive hardness. He put the letter down and turned in the seat. With one hand he continued to stroke Jenson's cock and caress his full balls, he slid the other up Jenson's perfectly muscular body to tease his horny nipples. Jenson soon began breathing heavily, despite hating what was happening to him and repeatedly trying to find ways out of it he had actually held off on wanking and cumming since the ordeal in the stairwell with the flip flop. He kept checking the hall, muttering about how they couldn't do this like this, someone could come.
"This isn't so horrible is it bitch?"
Jenson groaned in frustration.
"No...sir."
"I would say you are quite enjoying this despite your bitching about being caught, aren't you?"
"...please don't..."
"Say it."
"...Yes... I am enjoying it ...Sir."
"So I have a question for you, Coach Jenson." He could see the coach's balls starting to tighten, he slowly leant forward and licked the top of Jenson's giant cock, tasting his precum for the first time.
"Oh god! What...ahh...what is the...urgh...question?"
"I just don't understand, when you could be enjoying this, why," Without warning Nathan moved his hand from Jenson's cock to his balls, pulling them down and then suddenly squeezing them hard, at the same time as he twisted his nipple roughly. "Why do you keep insisting on it being like this? Stay quiet you dumb cunt, someone will hear." Jenson tried to contain his shouts and moans of pain, his hands were balled up in fists, his arms strained, as if he was holding them still only through determination. Nathan watched the giant 10" monster cock lose its impressive hardness and shrink to about the size of an average man's cock when fully hard. While still twisting, squeezing and pulling on Jenson's balls and nipple Nathan leant forward and licked more precum from the coach's shrinking cock.
He removed his hand from Jenson's T-shirt then pulled his balls as high as he could, drawing Jenson onto his tiptoes, before releasing them. Jenson collapsed to the floor clutching his balls tenderly. Nathan quickly took some pictures and a short video. He placed his trainer on Jenson's face, putting a little force on. Then carefully rubbed the toe of his trainer on the tears running down Jenson's cheek, he placed the end of his shoe against Jenson's lips.
"Lick it." After a pause Jenson gingerly extended his tongue licking his own tears off his young master's shoe. "Who owns you?"
"You do...sir." Jenson sobbed quietly.
"Good bitch. I have free time, 8th period, meet me in the boys toilets on the 3rd floor, by the geography department, bring the rest of these letters. And for fuck sake clean yourself up."
Nathan was distracted as he waited for 8th period. Especially in geography during 7th period as Jamie was in the same class. It was obvious to him that the buxom male cheerleader was the mysterious J from Jenson's letters. And after noticing the fantastic ass shaking down the hall earlier he was very keen to take advantage of this revelation. Bending Jenson to his will was fun...very fun! But Jamie was different, from what he had read it was clear what Jamie was - a total faggot. While Jenson would continue to try and resist for a while, Nathan was sure that Jamie could be turned into an eagerly obedient cum dump with almost comical ease...and he planned to do so as soon as he could. Jamie the little faggot would be in his proper place soon enough.
As 7th period ended Nathan pottered about killing time while students rushed to their next classes. Once the crowd had died down he went into the boys toilets, these toilets were out of the way and only really used by students in the geography department, fortunately half the teachers for geography were away on a field trip today, and the department was pretty much empty during 8th period. Nathan quickly checked the cubicles, confirming they were all empty, then hovered by the urinals, pretending to piss.
Almost 10 whole minutes later Jenson walked in, trying to exude confidence while also being unobtrusive and failing miserably at both.
"Come here and give me the letters bitch." Jenson jumped, peeking under the cubicles to check all was clear. Then rushed forward and handed him a wad of letters similar to the one he had found at lunch. "Do you know who is sending these?"
"No, I think she is a cheerleader, just because of when they have been left, but I don't know for sure."
"Ha well you are right that it's a cheerleader. Strip."
"What? No I can't I have to get back and someone could come in."
"You are going to strip and swallow my load. That is not optional. It is up to you how fast it is all done." He stared Jenson down, after about 30 seconds Jenson dropped his head and began stripping. He stood full naked in the middle of the school toilets. Jenson had intended to remain somewhat aloof but presented with that perfect muscle Adonis he could not resist groping him all over while he talked.
"Take this letter, when the cheerleaders are changing after their practice this afternoon, go into the boys changing room with it in your hand along with a gym bag. Find an empty isle, and leave the letter along with a pair of your shorts or underwear on the bench, then go out. Understood?"
"Why? You want the boys to think the letter is for them?"
"Do you understand what you are going to do? You don't need to strain your limited mental faculties trying to understand why."
Jenson clenched his jaw at being talked down to like that by a student half his size, but he nodded agreement.
"Good. Now get on your knees and crawl into the cubicle bitch." Nathan watched him crawling on the hard floor, ass still a little red. He followed him into the cubicle and had just closed the door when the door from the corridor opened and loud footsteps clumped along. Nathan stifled a giggle, then gestured for Jenson to sit on the toilet, Jenson had left his trainers on when stripping so Nathan sat on his lap and lifted his feet, so if the person coming in looked under the ridiculously high cubicle door they would see a normal pair of feet. While the student loudly unzipped and began pissing in the cubicle next to them Nathan snaked his hand down between them and began fondling Jenson's cock and balls, the coach flinched silently as Nathan's fingers tickled across his tender balls, and he glared at his tormentor in terror. Despite that his cock was soon rock hard, pressed between them as Nathan stroked it while licking Jenson's neck and ear. Eventually the boy in the other cubicle finally finished pissing and hummed as he walked to the sink and thoroughly washed his hands. Jenson was breathing heavily again, clearly struggling to contain moans and groans. Anytime Nathan thought he might have cum he gave his balls a quick squeeze. After what felt, to Jenson, like years the student finally left, door slamming being him and cutting off the sounds of his continued humming.
Nathan sprang up, shoved Jenson to his knees in front of the toilet and then carefull placed his back in front of the door to block the view. Once that was done he dropped his trousers and boxers, his hard 8" cock bouncing free, flinging a drop of pre-cum onto Jenson's face.
"Get to work bitch"
With only a moments hesitation Jenson began sucking Nathan's cock, licking from the base to the tip and swirling his tongue around the foreskin, then wrapping his lips around the head and sucking hard as he slid his mouth down until the tip of the teen cock hit the back of his throat. Nathan sighed contentedly as Jenson set to work, the coach barely reacted when Nathan pulled his phone out and began filming and made only small efforts to contain his moans when Nathan began teasing his sensitive nipples with his free hand.
Jenson was stroking Nathan's wet cock while bathing his heavy balls with his tongue when the door again opened.
"Keep going bitch." Nathan leant down to whisper in his ear. Jenson's eyes widened as 3 or 4 boys loudly came into the toilet chatting about class and girls, fortunately they seemed uninterested in anyone else who may be in the toilets. Jenson took care to stay quiet as he continued to service his young master.
One of the boys was loudly pissing while the unmistakable smell of cigarettes filled the toilet, these boys were not going anywhere soon.
For the next 10 minutes as Jenson silently serviced Nathan the boys smoked and joked with each other loudly, occasionally pausing so one of them could piss. Finally they left and Nathan took hold of Jenson's head with both hands and began ducking his face, Jenson gagged and sputtered on the young cock holding onto Nathan's firm ass and legs for support, Nathan ordered Jenson to stroke his balls and he obeyed. Later he would worry that the thought never even crossed his mind to return some of the mistreatment his own balls had received.
But in the moment he focused on doing a good job, rationalising it away that the better he did the quicker it was over and the less chance of punishment.
After a minute or so of face fucking Nathan pulled out stroked his cock a couple of times and then shot a huge load into Jenson's waiting mouth, making sure he caught it all on video as Jenson swallowed it without being told.
Nathan pulled up his trousers and picked up his bag and coat.
"I'll be round tomorrow morning, I'll text you instructions. Clean yourself up and fuck off." With that he walked out and headed to his next class.