Coach Stan's Way
It was mid-morning when Johnny Liu aka the AsianTitanBull opened the door to the wrestling ring located in the back of an Italian restaurant in Bay Ridge. The joint was Leo’s Casa Calamari on Third Avenue in Brooklyn. Leo ran his own wrestling promotion in the back room where customers placed bets. (You can read about prior matches here)
Standing in the middle of the ring was a 52-year old African-American DILF. It was none other than Coach Stan. Bald with a black goatee, he stood 6’1” and weighed 220 pounds. Stan had perfectly defined 50” pecs and 20” biceps. He had molded his six pack into an eight pack. His torso was smooth except for cropped black pit hair and the lightest of treasure trails leading down to trimmed black pubes and his big 8.5” cut cock. The Coach was wearing his bright blue Speedo and matching blue boots. His chest glistened in the lights. A large blue duffel bag lay at his feet.
“Coach?” ATB asked as he walked up to the ring.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Stan replied, “Get on in here...boy.”
“Well, mate,” Johnny said as he stepped into the ring, “I gotta thank you for being willing to train me…on short notice.”
The two men shook hands then ATB walked to the ropes and began undressing. He pulled off his street shoes and blue jeans, revealing tight white briefs and a prominent bulge. Both men knew ATB’s 12” uncut cock lay underneath the fabric. He pulled off his sweatshirt showing his leanly muscled but super strong body. Coach Stan spent a moment admiring Liu’s smooth 46” pecs with dark nipples and 18” biceps. ATB grinned and did a double bi-flex for the Coach showing off the thick patches of black hair in his armpits.
“Mighty fine,” Stan observed. His cut cock began to stir at the sight of the Asian muscle stud’s physique. “But we gotta shave those pits.” He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out an electric razor. “Keep your arms up.”
ATB looked puzzled, “Why mate? I like my pit hair.”
“Cause smooth pits,” the Coach explained, “are slippery, especially when they’re sweaty. You’ll be able to escape more holds. Your thick hair will cause too much friction.”
Stan moved in front of Liu and switched on the razor. He ran the blade up and down ATB’s pits, shearing the Champ of his black hair. Only when ATB was completely smooth did he turn off the razor. “You can drop your pose now,” he noted and bent to scoop up Liu’s hair.
ATB did so and said, “We got one week and you need to show me the ropes when it comes to pro-style wrestling and…dirty shit too.”
Stan said, “I trained BlackAlpha and he defended his title 11 times. I can train you too.”
Johnny nodded, “Okay let’s go.” He began bouncing from one barefoot to the other.
The Coach said, “Today you’ll learn several holds as I apply them to you. Tomorrow you’ll get a chance to do them on a sparring partner. Got it?”
“Okay, mate,” Liu said.
“And don’t even think about fighting back,” Stan warned. He deepened his voice, “There’s a right way. A wrong way. And Coach Stan’s way. And today, you’ll experience Coach Stan’s way. Got it?”
“Alright,” Johnny said.
“And get ready to become my Bitch, ok?" Coach Stan instructed, "Cause that’s the way this ends today. You'll be whimpering that you're a Bitch and submitting to me as your Alpha.”
Liu’s right eyebrow arched. He nodded his head hesitantly.
With his right hand, Stan beckoned the Champ forward. He raised his arms to engage collar and elbow. ATB approached raising his arms as well. Then Stan quickly scooted around Liu and wrapped his ebony arms around his back, putting him in a REVERSE BEARHUG and squeezing hard. Liu’s instincts were to pry open the Coach’s arms but he did nothing. Suddenly the Coach threw himself backwards, taking Johnny with him and SLAMMING the Champ’s head and upper back into the canvas. BAM! The ring shook.
Stan was on his feet quickly. The AsianTitanBull was slower to get up. As he did, he shook his head. The trainer didn’t wait. Holding his arm out, he sprang forward, CLOTHESLINING the Champ’s 46” chest and sending him back to the mat on his back. “Jeez mate,” ATB mumbled as he slowly got onto all fours and rose again.
Once more, Stan’s outstretched forearm SMASHED into ATB’s pecs, sending him back to the canvass. Before ATB could rise, the Coach applied a tight SIDE HEADLOCK and dragged him upwards.
The trainer half dragged the Asian Alpha to the nearby ring post, yanked his head upwards and SLAMMED his face into the top turnbuckle. BANG! The Champ ricocheted backwards from the corner, turned towards center ring and face planted. SPLAT!
Coach Stan chuckled as he looked down on ATB’s white brief covered ass cheeks. He leaned down and grabbed the back of the briefs and pulled hard upwards, exposing Johnny's golden ass cheeks and giving him a humiliating WEDGIE. “Uuuggghhhh!” groaned the Champ as the wedgie constricted his monster cock and balls.
Stan finally let go but bent down and grabbed Johnny’s right ankle. He yanked it upwards contorting the Champ’s back and putting him in a SINGLE LEG CRAB. “Aaaggghhh!” hollered Liu in pain. The Coach reached his free hand through the leg hole of Liu’s white briefs. He closed his fist around the Champ’s balls and began squeezing and twisting them. “Fuuuccckkkk, not my nuts, mate!!!” Johnny complained.
Stan then pulled both the Champ’s balls and 12” cock through the leg hole. Johnny’s massive dick and balls dangled downward until Stan reapplied his BALL CLAW. “Nnnggghhhhh!!!” grunted Liu as his baby makers were manhandled by the trainer.
The Coach released the claw only to twist ATB onto his back. His cock and balls, still exposed, flopped out of his briefs. Reaching down, Stan grabbed the Champ’s other ankle and raised both of his legs skywards before spreading them. Johnny’s pleading eyes stared upwards at the trainer. “No, no…you wouldn’t!” he nearly begged.
Stan smirked before placing his right boot on ATB’s exposed equipment. He stepped up, placing his full weight on the Champ’s manhood. “AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!” shrieked Liu as he was GAS-PEDALED by the Coach. Grinning, Stan stepped back and twisted ATB onto his chest. He dropped Liu’s legs, leaving him writhing and moaning into the canvass.
Coach Stan walked around to ATB’s head. He sat on the mat with his legs straddling the sides of the Champ’s body. Leaning forward, Stan fisted Liu’s black hair and pulled his face into the trainer’s big bulge. As he did this, his legs surrounded the sides of ATB’s neck and began to squeeze. Johnny’s nose and mouth were smothered by Stan’s fat, sweaty bulge. The Champ could feel that the Coach’s cock was semi-hard and swelling. He felt his own cock beginning to harden underneath him as he inhaled the trainer’s masculine scent.
“You like that, boy?” Stan taunted, “The smell of a real Alpha? I bet you do.” ATB could only make muffled sounds in response.
The Coach reached inside his Speedo pouch and adjusted his erect 8.5” cut cock. He released his FACE TO CROTCH SCISSORS and stood. Bending down, he grabbed both of Johnny’s forearms and placed his right boot on the small of Liu’s back. He leaned backwards, amping up the pressure on ATB’s shoulders. “Uuuugggghhhhh!” Liu groaned as he was put into a SUSPENDED SURFBOARD.” Johnny’s exposed junk flopped downward. His big cock was half hard. His cock head now protruded through the foreskin.
In excruciating pain, ATB began to submit, “I…I…GIIIIVVVVEEEE!!!” Stan snorted and said “You’ll give, boy, when I tell you to give!” He released the surfboard but immediately squatted downwards. He threaded his muscled arms through ATB’s smooth pits and yanked up his head and upper torso, compressing his back and applying a CAMEL CLUTCH. "Uugghhh!!!" The Coach inserted his fingers into the sides of Liu’s mouth and stretched it wide, FISH-HOOKING the Champ who could only make unintelligible noises.
Stan taunted, “You trying to give again, boy? Well, I ain’t accepting it.” He released the fishhook and let the Champ’s face smash into the canvass. PLOP! Standing, the Coach said, “Pay close attention, boy.” Grabbing Liu’s black hair, he yanked him onto all fours. Stan surrounded the Champ’s neck with his thick muscled quads, squeezing tight. As he kept up the pressure of his STANDING HEAD SCISSORS, the Coach reached again for the back of Liu’s white briefs and yanked upward, applying yet another WEDGIE. With his free hand, Stan SPANKED Johnny’s exposed butt cheeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Letting go of the briefs, the trainer bent forward and wrapped his arms around Johnny’s mid-torso. He then yanked the Champ’s body upwards so his legs came to rest briefly on the Coach’s shoulders. After a moment, Stan SLAMMED Liu back to the mat in a POWERBOMB. BAM! The Champ’s body flopped at Stan’s feet like a fish out of water.
“Look at you, boy,” Stan said, “Nothing but my Bitch now.” He leaned down and grabbed ATB’s black hair. The Coach dragged the Champ up and slapped on a BEAR HUG, squeezing Johnny hard. “Nnnnggghhh!!! I GIIIVVEEE!!!” “Not yet, boy!” Stan exclaimed.
Then he turned the AsianTitanBull upside down so his face was pressed into the Coach’s hard bulge. “This here, boy, is a PILE DRIVER!” the trainer announced as he fell to his knees and SLAMMED Liu’s head into the mat. BOOM! ATB was splayed out in front of Stan, moaning but barely moving.
The Coach launched himself onto ATB’s chest and SCHOOL BOY PINNED him. He let his tenting pouch rub against the Chinese Australian’s face. A wet spot had formed on the Speedo fabric from the Coach’s pre-cum. “Like that, boy?” he taunted.
Stan double bi-flexed above the Champ, kissing both of his 20” biceps. Then he pulled down the front of his Speedo letting his hard 8.5” cock spring free. He inched forward letting his big smooth balls rest on ATB’s mouth and began stroking his manhood. Johnny’s eyes bulged wide as he stared upwards at the thick black cock and big mushroom head.
“Yeah, boy, yeah,” Coach moaned as his climax approached, “Just you and me here. You know what to do.” The Champ slowly extended his tongue and began licking the Coach’s balls. “Yeah, that feels so good…keep going,” Stan said. Pre-cum oozed from Stan’s slit lubricating his thick tool.
The Daddy Trainer jerked and felt his release coming, “Fucking gonna coat you with my big load.” He shuddered and cum erupted from his swollen head. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" the Coach grunted. The load drenched Johnny Liu’s eyes, nose and cheeks.
As he came down from his release, Stan sat back and wrapped his hand around the base of his semi-hard cock. ATB looked up at the Coach and whimpered, “I submit…. I am your Bitch.” Coach Stan grinned, “Accepted, boy!”
Stan bent the wet tip of his cock head to Liu’s mouth and pushed forward until half of his cock was lodged inside the Champ’s mouth.
“That’s it, boy, clean me up. Polish Coach’s big cock,” Stan instructed as he felt ATB begin to suction his dick. Liu tasted the salty remnants of his trainer’s load. His own 12” cock, still sticking out from the leg hole of his white briefs, had become fully erect. As he sucked on the Coach’s ebony cock, his right hand began stroking his member. Soon cum was shooting from his head, splashing against Stan’s back as ATB bucked and spasmed under him. “Fuck yeah,” Stan said as he felt the warmth of Liu’s load, “Gonna teach you good!”
(To be continued.)
