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COLLARED By Jakob
Chapter 9
Coach: "Good Evening Mr Ryder, this is Coach Cam Hewett. I coach Jonathon's football team".
Peter: "Coach Hewett, good to hear from you Sir, what can I do for you this evening?"
That gave Ryder a mental start. He hadn't heard his gruff overbearing father call anyone Sir since his grandfather passed away.
Coach: "I am calling to let you know that I am kidnapping Ryder for the weekend."
If Ryder had control of himself he would have choked on Coach Hewett's cock when he heard that comment.
Coach: "I have a friend, who is a scouter from a very exclusive collage in the west. He is coming to visit me this weekend and has expressed an interest in meeting Jonathon. I may have been bragging about his skills".
Coach Hewett gave a chuckle with his last comment.
Peter: "We were starting to wonder what had become of the boy. Jon's mother and I had been at the game and were expecting him home or to at least call by now. I was beginning to think what punishments I could dole out, but seeing as he is with you I will let his tardiness slide this time. When do you expect to have him back to us?"
Coach: "Well I don't think you will see him until after football practice on Monday. My friend will be here until Monday morning and I would like to take the opportunity to have Jonathon grandstand his skills. If my friend likes him Jonathon may very well end up with a full scholarship. Graduates of this school have their pick of any job anywhere in the country."
Peter: "Well that sounds like a great opportunity for the boy, you tell him he had better put on his best performance over the weekend. I'll also send him a text and tell him that he is to do everything you tell him".
Coach Hewett gave a hearty laugh at that comment, like Ryder had any choice but to do what he was told. Evidenced by the boi deepthroating his cock.
Peter: "Well Coach I know how busy you are so I will let you go, thank you for informing us about Jon's situation".
With that Peter Ryder disconnected the call. Coach Hewett looked down at the back of Ryder's head as the boi's throat muscles worked on his hard cock.
Coach: "Hoped you liked sucking my hard cock while your father and I talked Boi. And everything I told him was the truth, I do have a friend coming this weekend to try out your talents. And he is a scouter for a very exclusive Boi's collage in the west. That lucky son of a bitch has every member of his football team collared just like you are now every member serves him and focuses on a single fetish that the man has. One of the reasons I have programmed you to like the musk of Alpha men is if he likes you, you are going to be his stink pig. He absolutely loves to have a boi licking his sweaty arm pits he doesn't wear any deodorant and his natural musk can become overwhelming. If you thought mine was strong, it is nothing compared to his. Also as his stink pig you would be expected to lick the stink off his balls and from between his ass cheeks. I can't wait to see him sitting his ass on your face with your tongue shoved as far up his hole as it can reach. You can be happy about one thing boi, you are not going to have to eat from his ass, he already has a boi as a toilet slave. But as a stink pig you'd be expected to lick the stink from his feet as well."
Coach Hewett took that opportunity to grab Ryder by the back of the head and yank him up off his dick. The boi's mouth was still open wide as he was brought up looking directly into the coach's eyes.
Coach: "Tell me honestly Ryder, what is your reaction to having to lick a man's feet that honestly stink worse then yours do?"
Ryder's reply to the question in a harsh voice.
Ryder: "Just the thought has me wanting to throw up".
Coach: "Good thing I took away that pesky gag reflex then isn't it boi? Another thing Ryder, until my collar is removed from you, when ever you find your face in close proximity to an Alpha man's feet you will become incredibly and uncontrollably horny. The urge to taste that man's feet will be very strong. The stronger his feet smell the stronger your reaction will be."
Coach Hewett's face contorted into a grin that spoke volumes.
Coach: "You know Ryder, I am not just programming you for this weekend. You are going to be wearing my collar until you graduate, that means you are going to be my slave boi for another six months, I can't wait for you to walk into our locker room after practice on Monday. A locker room that is going to be filled with Alpha guys all hot and sweaty after practice and that smell hits your nose and all this programming kicks in."
With that Coach Hewett pushes Ryder back down and once again fills the boi's throat with his hard cock. Looking out the window he seeing that they are about five minutes away from their destination. As his cock fills the boi's throat he feels the muscles start to work on his long rod.
Coach: "Ok Ryder, get to sucking, you have five minutes before you will be parading your naked body around my front yard and I want at least one load of cum down your throat before that happens".
With that command the gentle milking that Ryder's throat had been performing transformed, the waves of sensation caused by the boi's contracting throat muscles became a tsunami as those muscles went from a gentle caress to a firm girp, the boi's lips vacuum sealed against the Coach's groin and his tongue began working as much of the Coach's length as it could reach. Every few seconds Ryder's lips would release their vacuum seal and his tongue would dart out to caress the Coach's hairy balls. Coach Hewett began to moan, the fingers in contact with the back of Ryder's head wove themselves into a death grip in the boi's short hair, applying more and more force to the back of Ryder's head, at the same time the Coach's hips began to flex in what Ryder could only describe as a fucking motion. This didn't last long and as the limo pulled into the private driveway at its destination all of Coach Hewett's muscle became taught both his hands clamped onto Ryder's head and his cock exploded into the boi's throat.
To Be Continued.