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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 17
By R. A. Swain
"So it doesn't bother you that Mr. Clark saw you fucking me?" Danny asked Zach. He sat in the Cranston's family room talking with the younger Cranston brother; the latest one to fuck him.
"No, why should it?" Zach countered.
Danny had debated telling Zach what happened between himself And Dylan Clark's father, but he had to tell someone. Since he wasn't ready to tell his best friend, Zach's older brother Pete, that he had let Zach fuck him because his cock was irresistible, it didn't seem like a conversation he wanted to have with Pete, it just seemed that telling Zach made the most sense. After all, Zach had been the one fucking him, and he thought it would freak Zach out more to know the Vice Principle of his high school saw him fucking another guy.
"Don't you get it?" Danny asked. He waited for Zach to comprehend what he was telling him, but it didn't seem to be sinking in. Finally he relented to explain. "If Mr. Clark blackmailed me into taking his cock up my ass, he's going to do the same to you."
Zach smiled. "No he won't. I'm still a student in his school."
"That never stopped Coach Lawrence," Danny said.
"That's different," Zach replied. "You were the one fucking Coach Lawrence. He never fucked you."
Danny thought this logic through, but wasn't buying it. "You're 18. You're technically an adult. He wouldn't get into any trouble for fucking you."
"Yeah he would," Zach said. "If I weren't in his school it wouldn't be a problem, but I'm in his school. Besides, he'd probably want me to fuck him."
Danny shook his head. "You have way too much ego."
"Yeah, I do," Zach agreed. "So, is his cock really bigger than yours?"
Danny nodded. "And yours too."
"Wow." Zach let out a low whistle. "I wish I'd seen that."
Danny frowned. "He's way thicker too."
Zach felt his cock through his cargo shorts. "Man, I really would love to see him fuck you. You've got to call me the next time he fucks you."
"Yeah, like I'll have time to make a phone call. I can see that. `Excuse me, Mr. Clark. I have to call Zach Cranston because he wants to watch you fuck me.' I'm sure that'll go over big." Danny's voice was filled with sarcasm.
"Hey, I'll bet Mr. Clark would like an audience." Zach squeezed his cock as he spoke.
Danny just shook his head. "You're missing the point. I can't be doing this stuff with you, or where someone can turn it to their advantage. What if he tells my father?"
"He's your dad's best friend, right?" Zach asked.
Danny nodded.
"So think about it. Would he tell his best friend he fucked his son?"
Danny thought about this. "No, you're right. I don't think he'd do that, but that isn't the real point."
"What is?" Zach asked.
"I've gotta figure out why I want to suck your cock so much. I mean, your brother is my best bud, and, well, he and I mess around, but I never thought I'd mess around with you until I saw your cock," Danny spoke, mostly for his own benefit. "I've got to go to practice. I've blown off most of the day. I can't do that either."
A knock at the door startled Danny. Zach saw his reaction and laughed. "It's just Jeff and Rick. Don't worry. Mr. Clark isn't stalking you."
"Promise you won't tell anyone what I told you," Danny said.
Zach looked at him. "Okay. For now I won't tell anyone, but you've got to come by later and blow me."
"Okay, anything, just don't tell anyone." Danny stood up to leave as Zach let Jeff and Rick in.
"Hey Danny," Jeff and Rick greeted him as he left.
"He's in a hurry," Zach said.
"What was he doing here?" Rick asked, flopping down on the couch.
"Probably blowing our boy here," Jeff said.
Zach laughed. "Not this time. He was looking for Pete."
"Not this time?" Rick asked. "So when did he blow you?"
Zach smiled. "The other night. I told you, I'm irresistible." He groped his cock through his shorts.
"Play some cards before work?" Jeff suggested.
"Loser freeballs for work," Zach said.
"And jerks off in the parking lot after work," Rick put in.
"Yeah, let's play," Zach said.
Danny Hurried into the practice. He stopped as Coach Adams addressed him. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. West."
"I'm sorry Coach. I just got caught up in some stuff," he replied.
"This is three times you've been late," Alan Adams said to his team captain.
"I promise Coach, I'll try to be on time from now on," Danny said.
"I'm sure you will," Alan said. "You know I have to punish you."
Danny looked puzzled. "Punish?"
"Danny, being part of a team is a commitment. Remember the first team meeting? I explained there would be consequences if there was a persistent lateness or unexcused absence. And Coach Patterson was more than happy to give me some optional punishments," Alan said.
Now Danny was feeling a nervous. He knew most of Coach Patterson's punishments from first hand experience. "Um, Coach, I'm really sorry I was late. I promise I'll never be late again."
Alan smiled. He was finding himself turned on by the experience. "Danny, you will be on time from now on, but that doesn't excuse you from this punishment."
Danny looked around at his team mates, all standing around smirking. "Um, Coach, what exactly is the punishment for being late?"
Alan smiled. "You have to take ten swats from the coach's paddle hanging in my office on your bare ass for each practice you've arrived late, so that would be thirty bareassed swats, right now."
Danny stood with his mouth open. "Thirty swats? Coach! Please. I'll be on time from now on."
"Danny, the rules apply to everyone here," Alan said. "Of course Coach Patterson offered me an option, if you wish."
"Yeah, what option?" Danny asked.
"You have to lick my balls and the balls of each team mate present," Alan replied.
Danny looked around at his team mates again. He was kind of excited to lick Coach Adams balls, and enjoyed messing around with Pete and few of his other team mates. He caught the glint in Dylan Clark's eye and saw him grope his cock through his speedo. That was all Danny needed to make his decision. He wasn't in the mood to lick Dylan's balls after having been fucked by Dylan's father, but he also got an idea of how to get back at Mr. Clark for blackmailing him. He would work on that later, but for the moment he had to pay the price for slacking off.
"Coach, I'll take the thirty swats, but I have a request." Danny said.
"And what is the request?" Alan asked.
"I would like whoever administers the punishment to be naked as well, and I'll lie across their lap," Danny replied.
Alan smirked. "You know I'm the one administering the punishment, but your request is not unreasonable. I agree." He turned to Pete Cranston. "Pete, go to my office and get the paddle."
Danny turned to watch his best friend trot off to the coach's office. "Thirty swats," he mumbled to himself.
Alan pulled a chair from the sideline to a central location by the pool. "Danny, come over here," he ordered.
Danny walked over to the coach. Coach Adams had already stripped off his swimsuit and was standing before Danny and the team naked. "Strip, boy," the Coach ordered.
Danny slowly tugged his speedo down his legs and stood facing Alan Adams naked. Pete came running back with the paddle.
"Here you go, Coach," Pete said handing the paddle to Alan.
Alan took a seat on the chair. "Thanks Pete. Danny, you know what to do."
Danny did. He leaned over Alan's lap and lowered himself until his cock was pressed down on Alan's cock. He enjoyed the feeling his cock rubbing against his coach's cock. Alan rubbed his hand over the slight fur of Danny's ass, and then brought the paddle down hard and fast; once, then two more times. Suddenly Alan knew why Danny had wanted his naked. He felt Danny's cock quickly growing, pressing down against his own. The feeling of the young man's cock against his own made his own cock start to grow.
Danny felt Alan's cock start to rise against his own. "Nice, Coach. Feels good, doesn't it?"
Alan, in response to Danny's insubordination rapidly swatted him, counting off to ten swats. His cock and Danny's were both rock hard pressing against each other. With each swat, Danny bucked his hips a bit causing his cock to rub against Alan's.
"You knew this was gonna happen, didn't you?" Alan whispered.
"Yeah, I hoped," Danny replied. "I might even cum before you get to thirty."
"Hold out. We can do something about it later in private," Alan whispered. He resumed counting off swats. At Twenty swats he paused. He could feel Danny's cock rubbing against his shaft and balls, and he knew Danny could feel his cock, especially his tip, pressing against Danny's cock and abdomen.
The team stood around cheering the punishment, counting the swats, some of them groping their cocks through their swimsuits. Alan and Danny could see that they weren't the only ones with wood, but they would be the only ones with fully exposed wood in a few moments when Danny stood up.
"Here goes," Alan said, resuming the swats. He counted off ten more swats with the paddle, and then gave Danny one swat with his bare hand. "That was for tricking me into this," he whispered.
Danny yelped a bit at the bare handed swat, glanced up at Alan and said, "You love being naked and hard in front of us guys." With that Danny stood up, revealing his own rock hard cock, and Coach Adams rock hard cock.
Alan looked around at the team, all eyes shifting from Danny's cock to Alan's and back. He stood up next to Danny, who was leaning against him. "Wow, that spanking made my legs a bit weak."
Alan supported Danny for a moment. "You'll get over it. Do you need to come to my office to, um, relieve yourself a bit?"
Danny looked down at the coach's cock. "Can I take a rain check? I've got to practice, and I want to challenge one of the guys to a race."
Alan looked at Danny. "You're up to something. Who and what race?"
"Dylan and just a full lap." Danny replied.
"You're going to bet him something?"
"A private bet, to be paid up off school property, if he'll take it." Danny answered. He walked away from the coach toward Dylan.
"Nice display," Dylan said as Danny approached him.
"Glad you like it. You up for a race?" Danny asked.
"Against you?"
"Yeah."
"You gonna put your suit back on, or do I have to get naked?" Dylan asked.
"I'll put my suit on."
"What stakes?" Dylan asked.
"Loser gets his ass fucked, tonight at my house. Nine-thirty."
Dylan looked at his nemesis. "If I'm gonna fuck you I'd rather do it in front of the whole team."
"Nope. Not this time, at least. I want to fuck you in my bed, alone," Danny said.
"You're so sure you're going to win," Dylan said. "You're on, but next time we go for a public loss."
Danny smirked. "Let me get my suit and we'll race."
End chapter 17
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