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

    able to see”, Brody pleaded. The very thought of someone seeing him like this scared him shitless. But to his shock, his cock started dribbling precum even faster. “Looks like the slut likes my idea. Now just do as I say. Or would you prefer to come naked?” Brody rushed to put on the damp, skintight suit. His thick hard cock pressed against his stomach, straining to get out. The look was obscene, just like how Coach liked it. It amused him greatly to see Brody’s face was pale the whole walk to the car. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Coach, the school was deserted. Brody practically leapt into the car, finally happy that he was in no danger of being seen. But his relief was short lived when he saw Coach sitting in the driver seat with his long pole stick out of his pants. Brody knew what he had to do. From the outside, it just looked like Coach was taking his normal commute home. But inside, Brody was hunched over his lap, sucking his coach’s cock for the third time in a day. “Now listen boy. If you want me to keep the videos buried, we need to lay down some ground rules. First, you will address me as ‘Sir, or ‘Coach’ if we are in school. Second, you will do everything I tell you to, no questions asked. Every time you protest, I will make your work more difficult. So get that into your head. Lastly, you are forbidden to cum unless I let you. You will leave your webcam on in your room 24 hours so that I can make sure of it. Understand?” “Yeth thir”, Brody mumbled with ...
    the cock still in his mouth. “Good boy. And if you don’t do as I say, the videos get posted online for the world to see. Keep your mouth on that cock boy, here comes your third feeding”, grunted Coach. Brody whimpered as he felt his mouth flood with cum. He swallowed it immediately, knowing making Coach angry would only make it worse. As he got up from the uncomfortable position, he realized they had reached home. Brody and the Coach lived at the end of a long road. There were three houses at the end of the street. Coach and Brody’s dad owned two. The third belonged to the retired Reverend James, right between the other two houses. There was nothing but empty land around. The main road was a good 5 miles away. And the next closest house was near the main road, where another of Coach’s students lived. Coach knew that it would be impossible to hide his sexcapades from the Reverend. Coach wanted unrestricted access to his new slut and he knew the Reverend would be an annoying nuisance to deal with. Luckily for Coach, the Reverend did not seem to follow what he preached. He caught the Reverend staring at him while he did yard work shirtless on more than one occasion. Plus he had never been married. All the signs were there. Although the Reverend would never consent to sexual depravity outright, Coach knew he could entice him into it. As they pulled up to the end of the road in the car, Coach saw the Reverend sitting on his porch. Smirking, he stepped out of the car, telling the ...
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