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This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or events is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practises are not always followed by the characters, but should be by you.
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COLLARED By Jakob
Chapter 8
Ryder's body reacted instantly to the order, he raised up on his knees until his mouth was level with the tip of Coach Hewett's large dick, his right hand reached down and wrapped itself around the base, pulling the dick slightly forward, this had the effect of aiming the Coach's cock and giving him an angle of attack.
Coach: "My earlier order is still in effect Ryder, in fact I think I will make it permanent unless I say otherwise. You have no gag reflex, do you have an idea why I'd want it that way? You may answer me freely".
Ryder: "I am guessing you want me to deep throat you. I remember when I tried to force my dick down some chicks throat she gagged all over the place".
Coach: "Excellent Ryder you are quite right from now on until the collar is removed every time you suck my cock you are going to deep throat it. I want you to use your throat muscles to wank my cock for me. Also from now on whenever I am about to blow my load, when I am with you, and I'm not fucking your boi cunt, then you're going to take the load in your mouth and swallow it. That is the other reason I don't want you gagging. Now Ryder get your mouth on my dick".
Ryder's body complied, his mouth opened and the first few inches of Coach Hewett's cock slid in. The taste of Coach Hewett's uncut cock filled Ryder's mouth, and with that taste came a conflict happening in his head. Part of him was screaming that he hated this, hated being on his knees in front of another guy, hated the smell of Coach Hewett's spicy scent rising from the coach's curly bush, hated the strong taste of the cock buried in his mouth. The other part of him, the part that was being reprogrammed by the collar around his neck and the orders coming from the Coach, that part was craving everything the other was hating. Coach Hewett not caring about the conflict in his slaves head leaned back in his seat, lifting his left arm up and placing his hand behind his own head, exposing his sweaty pit, adding another scent to the already strong odour in the limo and placing his right hand on the back of Ryder's head, encouraging more of his dick into Ryder's mouth. Ryder now had about half of Coach Hewett's dick inside his mouth, his actions on auto pilot controlled by the collar Ryder's lips closed around Coach's solid shaft, his tongue running from the underside of the cock head down to where his lips created their seal. Coach Hewett moaned and Ryder detected a new taste as Coach's pre started to flow. Ryder's tongue began collecting the fluid at the same time as it stimulated Coach's cock to release more of its slime. Now that he was producing his own lube Coach Hewett placed more pressure on the back of Ryder's head bringing the tip of his cock to sit at the opening of the boy's throat. Coach Hewett Moaned again, his cock flexed in Ryder's mouth and a huge glob of pre shot out the tip directly into his throat. Instinct kicked in and Ryder swallowed, the twitching muscles of Ryders throat caught the tip of the Coach's dick. Coach's own instincts kicked in at that point, his hips flexed up at the same time his right hand pushed down hard. Ryder found his nose buried in Coach Hewett's bush and Coach's cock buried halfway down his throat. Rather then the natural gag reflex, the collar around his neck had Ryder's throat muscles start a swallowing action. The motion was stroking the Coach's cock starting at the top of Ryder's throat down the shaft to the tip effectively milking more pre with each stroke. Thankfully Ryder discovered that while the Coach's cock was long, it wasn't long enough to cut off his breathing, as long as he breathed through his nose, unfortunately that meant that he would have to breath in the musk emitted by Coach. Coach Hewett settled back into his seat ready to enjoy the stimulation, They had been in the limo for almost an hour by now, Coach Hewett looked out the window to see that they were still a good thirty minutes from their destination, he decided that this would be a good opportunity to make a phone call. Coach Hewett retrieved his phone and scrolled through the contact list until he found the number he was looking for, he had gone through the school records earlier that evening to find it. He touched the contact and pressed the dial button followed by the speaker button, he wanted Ryder to hear this conversation. Ryder listened to the ringing while his throat worked on the Coach's pole buried inside him. Shock and humiliation ran through him when a familiar gruff voice answered the phone.
Gruff Voice: "Ryder residence, Peter Speaking".
The collar around his neck, not to mention the dick buried in his throat made voicing his question impossible, why had Coach Hewett phoned his father?
To Be Continued.