Chapter 5 - Used
Coach leaned in close and said "If I'd known a dick up your ass would make you this happy I would have got you one a long time ago."
I stared at him blankly for several seconds before he started laughing. "Did you think I didn't know? Jack is a friend of mine, and I hired him to 'feel you out' so to speak."
"What?" I asked, flabbergasted. "How did you...."
"Know? I didn't. But I suspected. That ass... it's just too perfect not to get plowed. And now it turns out your a complete bottom slut." He ginned at that last part as he sipped his drink. I looked around, fearful, but nobody was within earshot. My teammates were loudly celebrating in their corner, unawares. Coach laughed again. "He texted me everything. All the things you mumbled while he fucked you good. Now how about you and I go up to my room and talk about it?"I reluctantly followed him, not sure what else to do. If he started talking any louder, all of my teammates would know what a deviant I'd become.
We got into the elevator, where it was just Coach and I. Coach apparently had a nice room, since it was on the highest floor of the hotel. After the doors closed he turned to me and said in his authoritative coach's voice "Strip." I looked at him in disbelief, but it only took me a second to realize he was not kidding. I immediately pulled off my shirt, and kicked off my shoes. My pants came next, and now I was in tight black briefs in the elevator. He told me to stop there, and we rode to the top floor in silence while Coach's eyes explored my exposed body.
The chime went off as we reached the top floor. I bent to gather my clothes when Coach said simply "leave them" as he walked out. I obeyed, and was silently grateful I hadn't brought my wallet with me. I followed him down the long hall, and during the trip several people saw me in my state of undress following the older man, none said a word. Do they think I'm a prostitute? I wondered to myself. They likely did, but there was little I could do about it.
Coach led me into his room, a huge suite, probably very expensive. It was a loft style, with a massive room playing living room, dining room, kitchen, and bedroom. Two doors led off of it, one to the bathroom, and one set of double doors to the balcony. Coach went over to the balcony doors and threw them open, revealing a spectacular view of the city lights. I followed him out there and leaned agains the railing, enraptured. Soon after I felt his lips on my neck, kissing, sucking, nibbling. His hands moved across my front, feeling my body. I sighed as his fingers felt my peeks, and played with my small nipples and the small barbells that pierced them. Though his mouth stayed in place, his hands traveled down my abs, feeling as they went. Soon his fingers pushed the waist of my briefs down, and they fell to the floor. I was naked as the day I was born, out on a balcony above a city of millions. Coach's foot flashed out quickly, and
kicked my briefs off the balcony. "Oops" he said, smiling at me evilly. I had no clothing left outside of my room, 10 floors below. He saw my scowl and said "What are you gonna do? I have you by the balls. Or should I say the ass?" With that he clenched my ass checks, gripping them like firm ripe fruit. "Stay" he said, and walked back into the suite, closing the balcony doors behind him. I stood out on the balcony completely naked, relieved that it was pretty dark out. I could see an older man on the next balcony over eyeing me however, but hoped that the shadows at least hid my face from his view.
After a minute Coach came back onto the balcony, waved at the guy on the next balcony over, and ushered me back inside with his large hand on my ass. After we stepped inside he ordered me to strip him. My hands shook slightly as I unbuttoned his shirt. As my hands moved down his shirt opened to reveal more and more of his broad, hairy chest. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his broad shoulders and thick biceps. I had always admired Coach's body, it was so solid and manly, much different from my own small tight hairless frame. I went to his belt next, pulling it free from his pants, then lowered his zipper. As his pants fell, they revealed a pair of white briefs full to bursting with hard cock. I knelt to untie and remove his shoes and socks, then pulled his pants free of his feet. Finally I was looking up at him, his large bulge obscene in front of my face. Coach's hand was on my head now, his fingers in my copper hair,
looking down at me with a smug superior grin that for some reason turned me on.
"Take it out" he ordered simply. I reached up and pulled his briefs down to the floor. A long, fat, glistening cock flopped out into my face, freed from captivity. "You like that cock?" Coach asked, as he smacked my face with it. It was easily the largest one I had encountered, longer even than Nathan's, though not quite as fat. If I had to guess I would say it was about 9 & 1/2 inches long, and dripping precum.
"Yes Coach" I answered. It was very impressive.
"Have you sucked cock before boy?" he asked.
"Yes sir, though it's not what I prefer to do."
"Did I ask what you preferred boy?" My cheeks turned red.
"No sir."
"That's right. Now get my cock ready for the eager hole of yours." I grasped his cock in one hand, admiring its weight. I licked the head of his cock, and tastes his precum. It was good, manly. I took the head in my mouth. The head flared out wider than the shaft and it was a mouthful. I took the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, and sucked it as best I could. I had had a good deal of practice sucking cocks since that first one, though it was still not my preference. Gwen however loved to watch me swallow loads from men's cocks, and so I had tasted many different guys' cum. After a few minutes, Coach was satisfied that his cock was prepped, and pulled my head back by my hair. He led me to the bed, and positioned me on my belly. I looked forward and realized there was a full length mirror in front of me. I saw Coach get behind me on the bed, stroking his big tool. He applied some lube and began spreading coating
himself in it.
"Don't need much" he said. "I know Jack bred that ass about an hour ago." I turned red as I nodded. He looked down at my inviting bubble butt and smiled. "Damn I love having gays on my teams." He started to position the fat head of his cock at my entrance.
"I'm not gay Coach" I pointed out, though I don't know why. He raised an eyebrow.
"How many cocks have been in this hot ass of yours?" he asked,on hand squeezing my left ass cheek as his cock pushed gently against my hole. I paused for a moment, though I knew the answer immediately. He smacked my ass, hard.
"Twenty six sir" I answered.
"Including Jack?" he asked. I realized I had forgotten to count him.
"No sir, twenty seven then. Sorry."
"And when did you start taking cock?" He pushed against me a little more, and my hole was beginning to open up for him.
"About two months ago sir" I told him, turning red at expressing my deviant behavior out loud.
"Holy fuck boy. Almost 30 different men have fucked your ass in two months? And you're not gay?" With that he finally pushed forward, his thick cock head pushing its way smoothly into my ass. There was almost no pain, probably due to my having been fucked so recently. But his cock did begin to slide into new territory as it delved deeper into my body than any other had before it. I moaned deeply as he opened me up and penetrated me deep. "Sound like a fag to me." After he was balls deep he said "twenty eight."
As Coach pumped my ass, giving me long slow strokes that tortured my prostate, he made me tell him everything. How Gwen and Nathan were having all of their gay friends come over and fuck my ass, as at least one of them watched. Often Nathan would take a turn after the friend was finished. I told him how Gwen shoved a butt plug up my ass when I fucked her, and had me tell her what the latest fuck had felt like. I told him about how Josh, the president of my frat, had had my room moved closer to his in the house, and now made frequent visits in the middle of the night to fuck my ass. Often I would wake up feeling him sliding into me. I told him how I had a cock in my ass almost every day, and some days several times. And finally I told him how I had gone without all week, and was in desperate need when Jack had come into my room.
"Wow, what a complete slut," Coach said, pumping me faster. "You do anything those two say? Anyone?" I nodded. "You are their sex slave, and they don't seem to mind sharing." I don't know why, but my cock got even harder when he said the words 'sex slave'. I watched in the mirror as Coach's torso flexed as he pumped his big fat dick in and out of my willing ass. His big hairy peeks were glinting with sweat, his muscles popping out with each movement. Below him I could see myself, though I barely recognized the small bitch in the mirror who was getting mounted by a powerful bear of a man. The boy in the mirror sure looked like a faggot.
"You like my big cock in your ass boy?" Coach asked as he pumped me.
"Yes sir" I panted back.
"Say it boy!"
"I love your big cock in my ass sir!"
"Good boy" he said, and pumped me more. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard the door knock.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Come in!" Coach yelled. I nearly panicked. I tried to get up, but Coach put a big hand on my back and kept fucking me into the bed as the room service guy came into the room. The man looked over in surprise, his blue eyes wide. He was young, probably mid twenties, and in good shape from what i could tell through the uniform. "Thanks son" Coach said. "You can put the food on the table, we will need it when we are done here." He continued fucking me slowly as he spoke, acting like it was totally normal. The bellhop's eyes were glued to my ass, where I knew he was watching Coach's 9.5" cock slide in and out. "I don't have a tip for you, but if you want, you can have a go at my boy here" he said, gesturing at me. I looked back at him, wide eyed in disbelief. I opened my mouth to say something, but he stuck a sock in it, and pushed my head down while shoving his cock in deep and hard. i moaned loudly into the sock.
"Are you serious?" he asked, still watching the action.
"Of course. This is my Boy, he does what I tell him, and who I tell him." The bellhop looked at his watch, then back at me, studying my body like it was meat. He nodded and came over, hurriedly pulling his pants down. Coach pulled out and moved aside and the bellboy climbed behind me and unceremoniously slid his 7" cock into me. After Coach's 9.5 incher it was a looser fuck, but my ass soon tightened up and the stranger was making me feel good. Coach came over and whispered in my ear "twenty nine". He then positioned my head so that I was watching this complete stranger he had just loaned me to fuck my ass.
Bellhop was clearly under the impression that I was Coach's slave. He smacked my ass hard, and gripped my shoulders hard enough to leave bruises while he pounded me. He even gripped my copper hair and pulled to arc my back. Coach held my wrists down for him so that I could not fight, not that I was likely to anyway. He called me all kinds of degrading names like 'faggot', 'whore', 'slut', 'bitch', 'cum dump' and more. After only a few minutes I heard him grunting and gasping as he shot into me. He continued pumping for a bit afterward as he came down from his climax. He then pulled out of me, thanked Coach for lending me, and left.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Coach asked, as he lay on the bed. He made me get up and straddle him now, positioning me so that I faced away from him and toward the mirror. "Watch yourself" he ordered me, and I did. I watched myself in the mirror, watching as I sat on his giant cock. I saw how eagerly my ass opened up and took it inside, and saw what others saw in me. I watched my body as I rode up and down on him. My normally copper hair was dark red with sweat, my fair skin flushed red. My emerald eyes had the vacant look of a satisfied whore. My tight, hairless muscles flexed as I moved up and down, pleasing my coach. Sweat poured down the ridge in the center of my hard stomach, and then down the V of my adonis belt toward my crotch. My 6 inch cock was hard and unattended in front of me, flinging precut each time I went up and down. Soon he gripped my hips and drove himself up into me with ever increasing force. I grunted
loudly each time his cock went fully into me, stuffing me. Soon Coach held me in place with himself fully embedded in my ass and groaned deeply. I felt his cock thicken and pulse inside me.
"Fuck yea, take my load Boy" he said, and I eagerly obliged. He shot into my ass several times, then simply held his cock there, letting me feel his size. I grasped my own hard cock in my hand and started stroking it, looking at myself in the mirror. It would only take me a few strokes, I knew.
"Stop" Coach said, in his authoritative tone. "I didn't tell you you could cum."
"But" I stammered, "you just fucked me, hard, and for a long time. And you loaned my ass out to a total stranger. I need to cum!" Coach shoved me off him, and I fell to the floor. I rolled onto my back to find him standing over me, naked, sweating, and angry.
"You are my Boy, at least for tonight. I will use you as I see fit, and I will let others use you if it suits my fancy. And you will cum if and when I say you can. Go it, Boy?"
I looked down at myself, my smooth sweaty body and painfully hard cock. "yes Sir."
Coach took me to the shower, where we washed each other's bodies, and then he fucked and bred me again up against the wall. He had me sleep in his bed with him, which was nice except for the still raging hard-on. It was difficult to sleep, but I managed fitfully. Twice in the night I woke up as Coach slid his cock into my ass again. He fucked me on my side until he shot into me, then he would fall asleep again. It was hurting some now, my ass was getting sore, but I did not complain. Coach seemed to like it when I whimpered while telling him how much I loved his cock.
In the morning Coach made me put on one of his old speedos, too small for him but right sized for me, and pushed me out into the hall. People stared at me as I walked through the hall and rode the elevator to my own room. They all thought I was a prostitute, why wouldn't they? I was disheveled, barely covered, had hickeys on my chest and back, and bruises on my hips and shoulders where I had been gripped hard. Everyone I passed knew I had been used good and proper. Thank god they were all strangers. I got to my room without seeing any of my teammates, as they were still sleeping. I jumped into the shower and at long last jerked my own cock to an almost painful climax. As I moaned from one hand around my cock and 3 fingers up my ass, I couldn't help but realize how much Gwen would love it when I told her about all this.
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