It was Monday morning and John was up early. He didn't see his coach yesterday, but would have practice today so there was no avoiding him. Would he really have to wear the sweaty jock marked with "Jock Boy" across the front at practice every day? He was distracted by what happened and couldn't get it out of his head the rest of the weekend. He had jerked off numerous times thinking of his first gay encounter and how much he liked what coach made him do. Secretly, John was anxious for more.
He packed his bag for the day, taking care to hide the jock with his rowing gear. He would need to change somewhere other than the locker room from now on apparently. It was still early in the semester, but school work was starting to pile up and John was thankful for the distraction all day. Although his mind drifted to thoughts of his spanking and his new role, the day went by fast. Soon, it was almost 2:30 and time for practice, so John found a bathroom in the math building to change into his practice clothes. Pulling the jock from his bag gave John an instant boner, which he tucked into the sweaty and crusty jock before pulling on his rowing unisuit over top. When he got to the van, there were a few guys already chatting with coach and John took a seat in the second row. Coach hardly acknowledged him. Once at the lake and pulling away from the dock, the guys went out for a long aerobic row to work out the kinks from their race and day off. A nice, long, and sweaty row.
The bus pulled back to campus, the boys filed out and headed to dinner, and despite John lingering behind a little to wait for instructions, the coach pulled away to return the van. John joined his teammates a little disappointed that coach didn't give him any attention.
The next few days were similar- John was horny and eager for coach to pull him aside but coach made no move towards him. John was left to wear the jock to practice and just jerk off thinking of his first session with the coach. And man, the jock was starting to get really ripe and John was worried it was going to be tough to hide from his team or roomate. But on Thursday after practice, coach called for John to come to the driver's window of the van. "How are you doing? I can see you've been wearing your jock. Love seeing the outline of the straps under your uni, boy. How does it smell?"
"It stinks coach, I've worn it all week like you said." He could feel his dick jumping right to attention finally getting to talk to coach.
"Do you like wearing it for me boy? A secret symbol that I'm in charge?" John nodded affirmatively while also adjusting his crotch. Still clad in the jock under his uni and sweat pants. "Bring it over to me tonight during study hall. Don't be wearing it, just toss it in a backpack and come by as soon as study hours start."
With that, coach started to pull away leaving the boy outside the dining hall practically drooling. He ate dinner fast and headed back to his room to shower and change before study hours and his mission. Was coach going to make him perform again tonight? The boy was secretly hoping his coach had another session planned.
When he got to the small house where the coach lived with a group of senior boys, the door was open meaning coach was on duty. How could they play with the door wide open? He knocked on the door and the coach told the boy to come to the kitchen. "Let's see what you've got for me, boy." The coach was practically whispering, not wanting the other boys to hear anything. The jock was still damp from practice as he pulled it out for his coach. Coach took it from the boy and took a whiff. Hmmmmmmmmmm he groaned getting a good whiff of man scent. He then rubbed the jock all over the boy's face, which both caused John to feel shame and lust at the same time.
Coach reached into his back pocket and pulled out another jock, one of the others that John had taken from the gym. "Here you go. Now you can rotate them out for me boy. I want something with your smell on it. But take a whiff, I wore it all day to get it started for you." John inhaled the smell from the jock and felt it damp on his face too. He also noticed that the coach wrote Jock Boy across the front too. "See you at practice tomorrow boy. It's going to be a tough one, make you work up a sweat in that new jock." John was surprised he wasn't going to have to do anything sexually and actually felt let down. When he got back to his room, his roommate was home so John had to just try and do his own work with a raging boner all night.
Friday's practice was brutal and when the boys lined up on Saturday morning for their race against another very good team, they were feeling a little exhausted. Despite a solid effort, the guys just didn't have the horsepower and finished a few seconds behind. Coach was pissed and let the varsity know that they could have won that race and they would need to step up their game. He also let them know that next week was going to be a much harder week of practice as they got into the middle of their season. He seemed to be looking right at John while he was fuming. And even before they got in the van, coach pulled John aside and told him to come to his apartment once they were back on campus and that John had no say in the matter.
John knocked on coach's door and waited for what seemed like an eternity before he heard footsteps coming towards the door. The boys draw jopped as coach answered the door shirtless, in tight jeans and with the waistband of a jock barely visible. The boy followed the coach into the apartment, his eyes glued to his coach's muscle ass. Coach pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the couch and told the boy to stand there as he sat down on the coach. It was the same place the boy's punishment began last week and although the boy was nervous again, he could feel his dick straining his jock and uni.
"How do you think your race went today boy?" Coach always called him boy now, which felt so degrading and also hot.
"We were slow off the line and just never recovered. We didn't have the power to come back. It felt pretty good in the boat, just a little flat."
"Did you pull hard enough?"
"Yes coach."
"If you had, we would have won. So I don't think you tried hard enough boy and I'm disappointed. You could have won that race, you all could have won that race. You just didn't pull through. And you're going to have to try harder for me now." The boy just nodded, actually excited to try and make up the loss to his coach. "Strip down to your jock, slowly boy." The boy lowered his sweats and once down to his uni the coach grabbed his junk and told the boy to stop. "Fuck you look hot in that uni. Maybe no rush to get you naked. But there is a rush for you to work on this for me..." coach said as he grabbed his package. "On your knees boy."
In his sweaty uni, John got on his knees and brought his face closer to his coach's crotch. Coach unzipped his fly and pulled the jeans open just enough to reveal the worn fabric of an old, grey jock. It reeked of sweat and even piss. "Just lick that for me for a nice long while boy."
Coach sat back while John scooted forward to get his face on top of that throbbing dick, clad in the ripe jock. Tongue extended, the boy did as he was told and lapped hungrily at the coach's package. As he mixed his saliva on the pouch, the taste got stronger and made the boy's mouth water. Coach was also oozing precum, so he guided the boy's mouth to the tip of his dick to lap it up. This made John go wild; he hadn't even touched his actual dick and he was turning into a slut for his coach.
Coach pulled his jeans down around his ankles, and in doing so lifted his ass up towards the boy's mouth. Their eyes locked, coach's legs in the air and the boy's face just a few inches from his ass. "Show coach how much you want to lick my hole."
"Please coach, I don't want to do that." The boy pleaded, he had never thought of putting his tongue in a guy's ass before and thought it was a gross prospect. .
Coach could reach a hand out and grab the boys throbbing junk. He gave the boys nuts a squeeze which the boy was not ready for and let out a loud moan. Too loud considering there were other students around. Coach actually took a fistful of the boy's hair and looked him in the eye.
In a gruff, deep, whispering voice he told his jock, "I don't want another word out of you and I don't care what you want. Your tongue better start licking my ass or else." With that he gave his boy's nuts another squeeze and lay back to stick his ass towards John's face.
As John brought his face up to his coach's ass, he was disgusted. He timidly stuck his tongue out and aimed it right for the coach's hole. He mostly tasted sweat and could feel the coach's hole twitch. It only took a minute for the boy to really get into his first rim job and he started hungrily lapping at his coach's ass. "Hmm good boy. I knew you'd like it." After a few minutes, liking it was an understatement. The boy had his hands on his coach's legs and ass as he devoured the musky hole. He loved how he made his coach moan and the fact that he was being forced to eat ass actually made it all even hotter. His throbbing dick just kept twitching and leaking in his tight jock.
Coach lowered his legs, trapping the boy's face between the muscly thighs. His face was again up against the sweaty jock pouch with his coach's raging dick trapped behind it. "Lick my balls and all over my crotch boy. Don't touch my cock yet boy, there's time for that later." John hungrily accepted the coach's order and buried his face in the crotch. He worked his coach's balls, crotch for a long time while coach pulled his head close, slapped him lightly on his cheek, and offered encouragement and suggestions to his jock boy. After plenty of teasing, coach pulled the pouch aside and pointed his dripping cock at the boy. He licked his lips and knew what to do, but still coach's hand reached up and pulled the boy's face onto his throbbing dick. The boy was learning fast and sucked coach's cock for a nice, long time with the coach talking vulgar to his boy the whole time.
Coach never came quickly as the boy found out, but soon the coach could feel he was getting close to an orgasm. Time for a break for his cock, but not for the boy. He let the boy know that time was up by pushing the boy off his cock, causing him to fall backwards on his back. "Stay just like that boy" Coach said as he got off the couch. The boy was still in his sweaty uni, lying on his back on the carpeted floor. Coach rubbed his foot on the boy's dick which had been hard for the last hour at coach's apartment. He used his toes to squeeze the cock head, pushed on the boys balls with his foot, and even kicked the boy a little between his legs causing him to squeal.
"You did such a good job earlier, I wanted some more boy." Coach said as he started to kneel down, essentially sitting on the boy's face. Although there wasn't any way to argue, the boy was eager to lap at this coach's ass. In this position, he could feel the coach's muscley ass grinding into this face. The boy was helpless as the coach teased his body. Coach started with the boys nipples, pinching them through the spandex and twisting them around. While the boy tried to moan, the coach just pressed his ass to his face to muzzle him. He would slap the boy's dick through the spandex and jock. There was a big wet spot from the boy's precum, coupled with the sweat stains and the boy was almost soaking wet. Coach pulled the boys knees towards him, lifting his legs in the air and exposing the boy's ass. Coach could easily reach down and spank and tease the boy's ass all the while enjoying his rim job. He was almost fingering the boy through the uni, feeling the boys hole through the sweaty fabric. It was causing the boy to go wild, which just meant more action on the coach's hole.
Coach started pulling the boy's uni down off his ass, exposing the teen's hole while still trapping his crotch. The white flesh of the boy's ass needed to get warmed up, so the coach gave the boy more slaps on alternating cheeks making a nice pink color. He also let his fingers roam across the boys exposed hole. All the while, the boy was sticking his tongue and lapping at his coach's hole, driving the coach crazy. The boy's exposed,sweaty hole was a perfect target and coach got lost in his mind just tracing a finger around the edge, teasing the boy like he had never experienced before. Coach was slowly putting more pressure on his fingers, probing the tight, virgin hole. The boy was so tight, coach could hardly even stick his finger into the boy. He liked his fingers, tasting the boys sweat on his fingers. Needing more lube, coach spit right on the boys hole, rubbing the spit right on the boys twitching hole.
Coach leaned forward a little to give the boys mouth a break. The boy even lifted his head to keep his face in the coach's ass at first before realizing he was being given a reprieve. "I knew you'd love eating my ass boy. You were born to get your tongue right into my hole and worshiping your coach's ass. You love it, don't you boy?"
"Yes coach." Said the boy, realizing his jaw was almost sore from eating ass for the last twenty minutes.
"Well, then that's not a fitting punishment for you then boy. We need to find something you're not going to like as much to make you sorry for losing the race today." As he said this, the coach's fingers were back circling the boys now slicked up hole. He started poking the twitching hole as the boy started to protest at the intrusion. "Sorry boy, time to start training this hole for me." With that, coach pushed his thick finger into the boy and simultaneously sat back down on the boy's face. As he opened his mouth to scream, all he got was a mouthful of the coach's ass.
"Hmm, yeah boy. Watch that hole take my finger. You're my slut now, aren't you boy." Coach had his index finger all the way in the boy, his hole was so tight it felt like it was cutting the circulation off. The boy was moaning into the coach's ass, both from the pain of the intrusion but also the fact that coach went right for the boys prostate. The boy was writhing beneath the coach as his master started pushing his finger in and out and to both sides of the boy's hole, trying to open it up more. "Hmmmmmmmmm" was all you could hear from the boy. As the coach kept probing the boy's prostate while he wiggled around in his jock and uni, he could feel he was getting taken over the edge. Without a hand touching his cock, the boy started convulsing and finally shot a sticky load right into the sweaty jock. Coach knew it was coming as the boys ring clamped down even more on his finger as he shot his load.
Coach lifted his ass off the boy's face and pulled his finger out of the boy's hole, letting him catch his breath. The boy still lay on the floor in his uni while the coach got up. He was laughing at how easily this was becoming. "So boy, you love assplay that much huh? Well that's a very good sign!"
John's face was bright red. He felt his sticky crotch and couldn't believe he had just cum without touching himself. "Stand up boy, take that uni off and give it to me."
John lowered the uni to the ground and handed it to the coach. He stood in only his jock with the noticeable cum shot spreading all over his crotch. Coach took a whif of the uni and inhaled his boy's scent. He rubbed his fingers on the cum spot and tasted his boy's load. Then he rubbed the uni and cum spot right on the boy's face.
"Fuck boy, I don't even know what to do with you now. I wasn't done warming that ass up yet. That hole is fucking tight, we need to work on that more boy, don't we?" Out of his comfort zone once again, the boy looked down, still clad only in his jock, and nodded his head in agreement. "Turn around boy. Show me that ass."
The boy obliged, and even knew to put his hands up behind his head. His back muscles in tight relief, sweat dripping on his body, the boy presented himself as a piece of meat for coach to use. He watched the boy hold that position for him while he reached into his own jock and started tugging on his thick meat. Coach had let the boy work his cock for a long time early, and it took no time until he was back to leaking precum like a faucet.
"Stick that ass out boy.. hmmm yeah that's it. Good boy. My good little jock boy. Hmm wag that ass for me. Show coach how eager that ass is for my dick." John couldn't imagine being able to take coach's cock, but coach was getting ideas of how to warm the boy up and would have to get some new training toys for next time.
"Reach back and spread those cheeks. Really pull them apart, boy... More than that, you dumb jock, I want to see that hole. Hmm, very good boy." Just like last time, the boy was getting into it, even letting his fingers get closer to his tight pucker without being told. "That's right boy, why don't you lick that finger and get it slick for your hole." The boy timidly sucked on his finger before returning it back to his hole. "Hmm nice boy. Work that finger around. Yeah boy, come on push it in for me. Show me you want it."
The boy could feel how tight he was and could barely push his finger into his ass. "Do it now boy or you'll be sorry." With coach's motivation, the boy was able to slide his finger into his hole. It didn't feel as good as when coach was doing it, and the boy groaned from the pain and his finger out again. "Oh no you don't boy. Spread those cheeks, put that finger back in your ass, and wiggle your but for coach. Be my slutty jock boy." The boy licked his finger again and did exactly as coach ordered.
Meanwhile the coach was in heaven edging his cock while the boy put on a hot show for him. He wanted to last a long time, but the boy was driving him crazy and he needed a release. Although he wanted to feed the boy another load, he just stood up behind him as the boy probed his own ass. Coach spit on one of his digits and reached between the boys cheeks to add another finger to the fun, while still slowly jerking his own cock. "Hmm, feel how tight that hole is boy and how good it feels to get it stretched." Coach whispered hoarsely into the boy's ear, taking a little nibble and rubbing his face on the boys neck at the same time. The boy started to whimper as coach pushed his finger into his ass and stretched his hole. The boy's cock was rock hard again though from the hot stimulation. "Jerk that cock for me boy. Let's make you cum again."
The boy had hardly touched his cock the whole afternoon and with coach's blessing he reached into the sticky pouch and pulled out his leaky cock to jerk it. The boy was in heaven as the coach probed his prostate and he got to jerk his cock. Coach knew the boy was already on the edge and it only took a second for the boy's sphincter to tighten up as he got close to cuming. As the boy groaned and started to erupt a messy load all over the floor, his ass clamped down on their fingers. Coach went wild at the site and started to shoot his load all over the boy's ass and back. The boy almost collapsed, but coach's thick finger was still firmly lodged in the boy's ass as he finished squeezing the last few drops of cum on the boy's ass. "Hmmmm, that's a good jock boy to cum for me while I tease that hole." John couldn't believe that's exactly what just happened and he felt shame from being such a pervert. But he also felt that the whole scene was incredibly hot.
When he thought his ordeal was over for the day, coach scooped up his load that covered the boy's ass and held it up to the boy's face. "Eat my cum, jock boy."
"Please coach, don't make me do that. Come on, I just did everything you wanted, can't that be enough" the boy whined. Coach just started to push his fingers up against the boy's mouth and gave the boy a light slap across his face. Right into the boy's ear, he just repeated "Eat it boy." The boy didn't have much choice as coach pushed his cummy fingers into his mouth and he started licking them off. "Good boy, you'll learn to love the taste of coach's cum. Hell, you'll learn to love the taste of your own cum. Get down and lick your load off the floor boy." Coach gave the boy's ass a hard swat to let him know he meant business.
Coach flopped down on the couch and watched as the boy got on his knees and timidly licked at some of the cum pooled on the floor. He still hadn't taken off his jock and was showing his hole off to the coach while he ate his own cum. He really was turning into a hot jock boy for the coach. Once he had licked up the pools of cum, the boy, still on his knees, looked up at his coach with a look of both shame and lust. Coach was dripping in sweat, still wearing his jock and looking lustfully at his jock boy. He reached over and grabbed another jockstrap. It was the first one John wore, the one he gave back to coach midweek. He tossed it to the boy and told him to switch jocks. John stood up and stripped off the jock, which was wet with sweat and cum and handed it to the coach. He pulled the first jock up over his legs and tucked his dick into the pouch. Coach took a nice whiff of the wet jock while the boy watched. "I'll hold onto this one for a few days boy. We'll switch mid-week again. In the meantime, keep wearing your jocks to practice. Next week's practices will be brutal boy. Can't wait to smell how ripe you can get that. Now go back to your dorm and take a good shower boy. You've got my cum dried all over your back!"
The boy stepped into his uni and pulled it up, all the while staring at his coach. His dick was rock hard again as coach led him to the door. Coach gave the boy's ass a rough squeeze and then a hard smack as he walked out.