1. Training a Jock Slut Chapter 6


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blackmail, Gay, Humiliation, Male Domination, Author: Philip Faras, Rating: 63.6, Source: sexstories.com

    ass again. He was twisting it around roughly while massaging Brody’s shaft with his talented mouth. Within two minutes, Brody had exploded in the Reverend’s mouth. He could barely maintain his silence. The Reverend clambered back up and locked lips with the submissive jock. Brody almost cried as he felt his own slimy cum being force fed to him by the Reverend’s tongue. Knowing he had no choice, Brody swallowed the sweet and salty goop. The Reverend broke their kiss satisfied. He sat up straight and fixed his jacket. “Zip yourself up boy! Do you not know where we are? What would Jesus think?” Brody blushed and put his cock away. He did not know when this hell was going to end. Dinner with the Weather Family After church, Brody’s father took it upon himself to invite Coach over for dinner. Brody tried to escape by going over to his buddy’s house but his father was having none of it. “This good man has been keeping an eye on you for me. The least you can do is give him proper respect!” he barked at his son. Brody knew better than to argue. “They have been keeping an eye on me alright,” Brody thought to himself bitterly. The webcam in his room was still running everyday while the Reverend would ogle him through his window at every opportunity. He was glad his father was home, because that meant he could at least be clothed in his house. Not dressed in only a jockstrap like a two-bit gay whore. During dinner the two older men were being raucous and having a grand time. Brody sat ...
    silently, terrified of his master. Coach and Brody sat across each other while Brody’s father was at the head of the table. Coach used this opportunity to use his leg and rub Brody’s calves and thighs. Brody almost had a nervous breakdown. He had no idea what his father would do if they got caught. Playing footsy with Coach right under his father’s nose was practically giving him a heart attack. “You know Hank, you got yourself a fine young boy there. I have never had a better wrestler in my team. If he keeps at it, he might even get to wrestle in college. National level!” Brody’s father glowed with pride as he heard his son being praised. “That’s right Hank. Brody has also been helping me a lot lately. He has helped me take a lot of pressure off”, Coach continued. And as he said this, he moved his foot right onto Brody’s crotch and started rubbing the area sensually. Brody turned a deep scarlet as he heard the blatant puns being made. Coach’s foot rubbing into his cock was causing it to harden. He wanted to disappear from the situation so desperately. “That’s my boy!” Hank bellowed. He had a little bit too much wine. He was already slurring a bit. Brody’s dad usually kept himself in check. It was strange for the jock to see his normally reserved father so loosened up. Coach moved his foot away and refilled Hank’s glass with more wine. Hank immediately took a large gulp from it. “By the way Hank. I wanted to talk to you about something. All the other parents already got my ...