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I pulled my cock from Brennan's used ass as he slumped to the floor, his chest heaving, and my cock dripping. He was a good fuck, and he took it well. As much as he was crumpled on the floor in the foetal position, he had come a long way in my care. I'll never forget the first day I met Brennan. I ran a similar play for each new boy who entered my lair, but every kid was different. Words like "quiet achiever." "Has potential but needs to apply themselves" and the like are flags for what I am looking for. Boys who aren't quite there but just need that little extra push. Brennan had checked all the right boxes. His angelic looks and his straight C's in school were perfect for the type of boy I looked for. And when he entered my office that first time, I knew he would be mine.
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"Close the door behind you." I had already learned his name was Ashley Brennan. I had him sit down across from me while I thumbed through his report. I picked it up and thumbed through it, leaving him waiting. He shuffled in front of me, nervous, as I read through his notes, which I had already browsed.
"My name is Coach Bill." I told him without looking up. "Have you heard of me?"
"Yes sir. I have heard a lot."
"Then you know that I have a reputation for making my students excel. Is that something you would be interested in?"
"Yes Coach."
"Stick with the sir. Don't call me coach again." I told him sternly. He could see just from my torso that I was a big man. He hadn't seen anything yet. "I'm seeing a lot of Cs on your file here, Brennan. Just passing won't be good enough for me. I expect nothing but As." I stood up and walked over to Brennan for the first time, towering over him. His Adam's apple gulped when he realised what a truly mammoth of a man I was. Reputation is one thing, but now he stood in my shadow as I dwarfed him in both height and weight. "You look too small to be a football player. Too weak."
"I'm not bad, sir. I was one of the best in my school last year," he squeaked, looking up at me.
"Do you think you could beat me on the field?"
"I um... no sir. "
"Why not?"
"You're much too big for me, sir."
"Size isn't everything, Brennan. Surely you know that. Grit, determination, and confidence. The thirst for blood on the field of competition. That's what makes you succeed."
I looked him up and down. He was short in stature, but that was a plus in my book; he was easier to push around. He was blonde and slim, without a mark on him as far as I could tell. He was just the sort of boy I could use. His pristine body was perfect for my horny cock's needs. I knew I could turn him into a fine young man by the end of the year.
"Got yourself a girlfriend?"
"No, sir."
"Boyfriend?"
"No sir."
"Why not? You're pretty enough. Does your ass stink or something?" He just stood there, bewildered that I was talking to him in such a way. I was likely the first person to ask him something like that so bluntly and expect a reply. He just stared back at me, unsure how to answer my last question. He appeared pale, as if he didn't want to be there. Nothing was stopping him from leaving him if he wanted to. He could just as easily leave through the same door he had come through. "I asked you a question, boy. Does your ass stink or not?"
"I, uh, no?" He stuttered.
"Talk properly, boy. What do you mean your ass doesn't stink? All asses stink. Do you think yours smells of cupcakes?!"
"No, sir; I mean, my ass... uh, stinks."
"Of course it does! I've been out for a run today; I can feel my sweat running down my trench like a river! Do you think my ass would stink?"
"Um, it probably does, sir."
I thrust my hand into the back of my shorts, making him see me do it. I made a show of really rooting around back there, making it as plain as day to him what I was doing. I dredged my fingers up my damp crack until they were covered with funk. Satisfied, I offered my filthy, smeared fingers to Brennan, his eyes bulging at me and my filthy hand. Wet, shiny smears coated my finger, and he knew exactly where the streaks on my hand had just come from.
"Sir I...."
I waited for him to act while not speaking. I never forced them to take this step; it was their moment to make their own decision. Brennan didn't have to sniff my finger if he didn't want to, but if he was the type of boy who would do my bidding, then he would submit. I stood there waiting. Waiting for him to make his own choice. He could smell my dirty, reeking finger, or he could run. Time ticked by until he slowly leaned forward, clenched his eyes shut, and sniffed my filth.
"How's the smell?" I sneered.
"Awful, sir, ugh." Brennan said, coughing.
"See? Sniff it again."
He looked at me pitifully with those deep blue eyes of his. I could get lost in there. He looked at me, then back at my sticky finger, and sniffed again. He gagged and sputtered, wrenching his face away. I chuckled to myself as his lungs hacked from the nasal assault. He was struggling, but I knew in that moment that he was mine.
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My mind returned to the present; his beautiful, freshly fucked body was still on the floor, bruised and swollen.
"Brennan," I said, nudging his still crumpled body with my foot. "Look in the corner over there, behind that chair. You'll find something I prepared for you."
He dragged himself up and began to crawl on his hands and knees. It was time to show him what I had prepared to push him to new limits. He was getting more used to being fucked by my cock now, so it was time to present him with a new challenge. He shuffled towards the corner and the source of the stink--the same stench he'd noticed the moment he walked into my office. As he drew nearer, I helped by moving a chair aside and pulling a towel away. He was probably already worried about what I had in store for him when he stopped in his tracks, stunned by what he saw. On the floor in front of him was a dog bowl, and inside it, a sticky brown mass floated in a puddle of yellow piss. Brennan brought an arm across his face, but not in time for his guts to revolt from the smell.
"That is my challenge to you, Brennan. You could smell it before, and there it is."
"Ugh! That's digusting! You promised me I wouldn't ever have to eat your shit." Brennan said, staring at the bowl.
"The shit isn't mine. That is the expulsion of your rival, Scott Irving. His lean asshole and cock produced that for you, and I must admit it is quite a generous and vile pile. I want you to devour that entire bowl. No hands, no tools, no stopping. I want you to shove your entire face into his disgusting waste and eat it all."
"Sir, I'm sorry, I don't know if I can. Is that really Scotts?"
"Then," I continued, "when you are on the field tomorrow, chasing after his taut, white-clothed ass, I want you to remember eating this. I want you to remember the taste of his piss and the grit of his shit between your teeth. I know you don't like him, but that will only make the reward for success that much greater."
"I... don't know if I can eat that. And you've got his shit floating around in his bowels. Do I really have to do this?"
Brennan stared at what I asked of him. His face was contorted with a look of both disgust and pleading, but he had not yet taken his eyes off of his task. As usual, when it came to a new challenge, I never forced Brennan to do anything. Brennan didn't have to eat the disgusting bowl if he didn't want to, but he knew this would take him to another level if he did.
"You never have to do anything you don't want to do, Brennan. But you know that if you do, it will only make you stronger and more confident the next time."
"How did you even get his shit?"
"That doesn't matter. Eat it. Push your head in there and eat."
Brennan had come so far and gained so much from my dirty requests. I had subjected his pretty, clean young body to so many gross and disgusting acts, but he had only excelled as a result. He didn't understand how, but he understood that if he did as I asked, his success would only continue to grow. As usual, I waited for him to make his choice. The stench of Scott's still-warm shit and stale piss was thick in the air. Time passed until Brennan finally edged forward, slumped down on his hands and elbows, and pushed his face up to the bowl.
"illgh.."
"Don't forget to smell it, boy." I reminded him.
Brennan began taking tentative bites of the brown waste. His face screwed and twisted as he tasted his nemesis's mess, pushing himself to swallow it down. His face turned red as he inhaled its stink up close, pushing himself further and further into the bowl.
"I can't believe I'm eating Scotts...stuff," Brennan said as he gagged on another mouthful but managed to keep it down.
"Make sure you lap up all of his piss too; don't let that go to waste. I want a nice, clean bowl by the time you're finished."
As he continued to eat, his recently fucked ass rose higher and higher into the air. It looked like an oval of pleasure as it wagged back and forth, the rim of his anus still red and inflamed. Brennan's face was right in the bowl now as he continued to eat, still grimacing after each bite he took.
"Now that you know what Scott's ass tastes like," I boasted. "You have no reason to fear him on the sports field."
"Yes sir." Brennan mumbled.
"What does it taste like?"
"Blugh! It's the worst thing I've ever tasted, sir. I didn't think I would ever eat someone's shit, especially not his! The fact that it's his just makes it worse!"
"Describe his shit flavors. Make sure to wash each precious mouthful around your mouth and examine it with your tongue."
"It's slimy and sticky," Brennan explained. "His pee fumes make my nose tingle. The liquid is still warm; it sort of burns, and I can still feel it on the back of my throat. His shit doesn't taste like much, but it's like a paste with little bits in it. "It's sticking between my breath; I can smell his ass in my mouth when I breathe."
I closed in on him as he spoke, his slightly swaying ass directly in front of my cock. His hole was sore and gaping open, but I was tempted to push my cock back inside it. I didn't have any cum left to offer, but feeling nature calling, I plugged my softened cock back into Brennan's wanting hole.
"Don't mind me, boy." I told him when he gasped at my unexpected entry. "I'm just going to piss in this hole for a change."
Brennen gasped into the mess as I pushed up from behind him, his head mashing further into the remaining bits of Scott's slop. The remaining tidbits smeared against Brennan's face, which was now pressed flush against the bowl. Brennan deligently licked at the sides of the bowl, finishing off the last piss-soaked flecks of shit.
My cock quickly twitched inside Brennan's tired hole, and I began to piss, filling his bowels full of my urine. He bloated slowly as I silently but deliberately delivered my sterile load deep in his guts, his belly pregnant with my vile piss baby.
Today would be a day Brennan would never forget, and when he was out on the playing field, chasing Scott in his sights, he would remember. He'd recall the smells and tastes that I had subjected him to, as well as the sensation of my piss bloating his stomach. What was once clear skin was now filthy, smattered, and dirty, with shit caked on his face and my piss soaking in his ass. I pulled my dribbling cock from him, the last trickles running out of his hole and down his back leg. Brennan turned to face me, looking for approval. No, he would not soon forget this day.
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