1. Training a Jock Slut Chapter 3


    Date: 7/27/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Blackmail, Gay, Male Domination, Author: Philip Faras, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual acts between males who are of legal consent age. There is humiliation, but rest assured, all parties eventually enjoy it. If this subject matter is offensive to you, please stop reading. This story is the property of the author and may not be used anywhere else without consent. Training a Jock Slut – Chapter 3 Brody's Downfall Coach watched the sweat drenched boy stand in front him. Trembling. Scared shitless. Coach could hardly believe he had gotten this far. He knew there was no turning back. He had to go all the way with his plan. Brody had turned beet red from embarrassment. His hands at his side like Coach ordered. Nothing to hide his cock bursting at the seams in his spandex wrestling suit. He had no choice. If the word got out, his life would be ruined. And what about his father? He would get disowned. He would have nothing to live on. A million thoughts ran through Brody’s head as he stood in front of Coach’s. A lewd display of sweaty jock meat. Awaiting his next orders. Coach peeked through his office blinds and saw that the other kids had left. The coast was clear. With a wicked grin, he barked at Brody, “Take off the suit queer. I want to see if your boner will go away from a guy looking at you. Or just get harder. If it does, then I will know for sure we have a cocksucker here. If you can make your hard on disappear, I will let this little incident slip by.” Coach knew it would be ...
    impossible for Brody to get soft. The small amount of BottomsUp (a sexual stimulant) he slipped into Brody’s drink would keep him hard for a few more hours. But he wanted to break down the slut’s psyche a bit more before he started molding Brody to his liking. Brody peeled the skintight suit off slowly. He kept trying to will his dick to become soft by trying to think of images that turn him off. To his horror, all his efforts were to no avail. His thick cock got even harder than before. His angry red dick was leaking like a tap. “Well. That is all the proof I need. It looks like you need cock really bad. This is a big problem. I can’t have word getting out that my star athlete is a homo. If you get caught in a public washroom sucking cock, this school’s reputation will be ruined. No. I can’t let that happen.” Brody’s eyes widened. “I have an idea!” Coach exclaimed, “Why don’t I just help you get your cock fix myself. I can make sure my best jock gets his slut cravings satiated without anyone knowing. Yes...this might be the only way. And I think the best person to provide the cock will be me. I will sacrifice myself for the school.” Brody watched in shock as Coach said this. He stood frozen as he watched his coach, the man he respected immensely, stand up from his desk. A large tent was forming in Coach’s track pants. Brody could only whimper as his macho coach started taking off his shirt and pants and walked towards him. In nothing but a damp jockstrap, Coach sat down on his desk. ...
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