The story is based on the original Training a JockSlut by Philip Faras.
It was the start of the new school year. Hundreds of new students joined Roxville High in Dallas, Texas. It was quite a large public school with multiple thousand students. A lot of them will be trying out for the many athletics teams. Including their football team, the Spartans.
The head coach of that team is Coach Waters. A huge, fat, hairy, burly black man of 6' 5" and 280 pounds in his early 50s. Big protruding belly, massive thighs and arms, bald head and a thick several inches long beard. In in general looks like he would be one of those massive towering bodyguards to some rapper or celebrity. Looking almost like that Barry Wood meme. Hes been part of this school and team for some 30 odd years and was very successful at it. Winning many State and National championships, trophies, rewards and so on.
But his main reason for being here, although he liked football, was that he was an ardent boy lover and abuser. His position gave him enviable amounts of access to all the best boy meat a man like that could wish. And plenty of opportunity to abuse it, if he played his cards right.
It was Sunday and currently he was at his home in front his computer, fisting his thick 11 incher, arm thick, black as night, slithering snake of a cock as he was fishing for jock boys on a gay for pay website where straight guys would go live to a private viewer or audience and do all types of stuff baswd on much you payed.
He got very excited when he saw a new profile of a hot looking young man.
"Jock_stud14 huh? Lets see what this boys got." Coach thought to himself excitedly.
Coach invited the brand new user currently online, bribing him with 10$, hoping hes actually going to be as hot as his picture of him from behind, flexing his muscles suggests.
However coach couldnt know just how good his luck will turn out to be. As the user accepted his invite it immediately opened up the users camera. And the sight before him nearly caused coachs eyes to jump out of his head. Because sitting there in his chair was what most definitelly looked like Ryan Jackson.
The 18 year old senior star quarterback of his football team whom hes been lusting over and desperate to find a way to fuck since the cocky kid first walked into the school his freshman year.
The gorgeous 5' 10", 170 pounds all muscle stud, with the most cocksucking pink lips coach had ever seen, emerald green eyes that he fantasized often about staring up at him while choking on his cock. Pale milky white skin in a gorgeous contrast to his raven black hair that goes from a fade on his sides and back into a wavy bush of thick locks that falls in the front just up to his thick black eyebrows ih that modern style that all the fuckboys like to wear.
His incredible muscle tits with perfect pink and perky nipples that are just dying to get clamped, ripped abs and biceps. And the most incresible tight, upturned bubble butt that was just made to take cock.
The camera didnt show his face, Ryan was new to this but he wasnt that dumb, but Coach was still dead certain it was him. For starters he had a bunch of bracelets that he always wore on his left wrist that Coach swears he never saw him without and second, on his left collar bone a tatto in Roman numerals of when they won the State championship title last year with Ryan as their quarterback.
Also helping was the fact that over the back chair in which Ryan was sitting and fiating his oily cock was draped what was definitely their school jersey.
Coach now had a golden opportunity to bag this muscle jock and turn him into his personal fleshlight.
First he booted up his recording software because he was going to need some blackmail material for this.
"You look so hot kid, how about you show me your face." Coach tried the direct approach.
"No way man, thats gonna cost you more than 10 bucks." Ryan replied through his microphone.
"Holy shit, that is him. I would recognize that voice anywhere." Coach thought to himself.
"Well its all or nothing now." He said to himself as he sent the kid a 500$ tip.
Ryan almost fell out of his chair when he saw the amount of money that came through.
"Now show daddy your face and finger your pussy." Coach demanded knowing that he basically had him hooked. He couldnt turn away an offer that good.
Ryan adjusted his camera and now his full face came into view alongside his entire naked body.
"Put your fingers in your mouth, get them wet and finger your pussy." Coach demanded once more.
Ryan hesitatingly complied. Sticking his long digits in his mouth and getting them wet and sloppy. After about a minute of lubing them up he laid back on his chair and lifted his right leg on his desk while starting to tease and separate his pink folds with his fingers, debauching himself on video for Coach to see perfectly, and soon enough, any other man coach wanted to.
"You got any toys slut?" Coach inquired, wanting to cath him in a much more compromising position.
"No, sir." Ryan replied, not liking where this was going.
"Go to your kitchen and grab a cucumber." Coach ordered via message.
"Woah man I dont know, thats a bit too much for me. Ive never done that before."
Ryan said highly hesitatingly.
Coach sighed knowing this was goind to cost him even more but he wouldnt let this golden opportunitty disappear. So he sent another 500$ tip.
"Now get your ass in that kitchen, grab a cucumber and start stuffing boy."
Ryan also didnt want to waste this opportunity, thinking he could be earning bucket loads of money from this guy so he did as he was told.
"Okay, ill be right back." He said into his mic as he stood up, his own 8 incher cock swaying between his legs as he made his way to the kitchen.
When he came back he slathered the cucumber with his baby oil that he used as lube, pulled both his legs up and started to fuck himself for the first time in his young life.
His handsome clean shaved face was red and twisted with pleasure and pain. Coach was rock hard at this point. He was going to turn this muscular Adonis into a perfect jock whore.
After about 10 minutes the boy was on the cusp of busting his load.
"Oh fuck im gonna cum, im gonna fucking CUM!" He yelled out as he started shootinf thick ropes all over his chest and abs.
"Good slut, now eat it." Coach gave his final order of this session, wanting that extra cherry on top for his blackmail material.
Ryan scooped up his cum, not really wanting to do it but its not like its somebody else, and he was paid 1000 bucks for it, and licked it clean of his fingers.
Coach ended the recording session and sent his new personal sex slave a message:
"Thank you slut, Ill be seeing you soon."
And under it a video clip attached with the title: "Ryan Jackson, State football champ of Roxville High, fucks himself online"
Also were attached his phone number and address.
As Ryan read the text message his stomach dropped. How the hell did this guy know who he is? And have all his personal info?
He quickly wrote back begging the man to delete and pay back the money. Hell even do it for free as long as he doesnt record it.
Coach chuckled as he read the desperate pleas of the young whore to be.
"Oh youll be doing it all for free slut. Just not on video but in person. Your first task is to take that cucumber with you to school tomorrow and youll go full commando. Im going to need some evidence tomorrow so you better obey me or your daddy, and all your friends and all the college football scouts are gonna see this video. See you soon slut."
...............
Next day at school, Ryan was a nervous mess. He looked beyond anxious while sitting in the back of the class with some of his team buddies.
"You okay bro, you look pale?" One of them asked.
"Yea man, maybe just caught a little bug, im fine." He nervously replied, not knowing what to expect drom his newfound blackmailer.
Like the man ordered he went dull commando and brought the cucumber in his duffell bag, he mixed it with a couple other veggies in a tupperware case so he can pass it off as eating a healthy athlere diet in case anyone noticed it.
Just then he got a notification on his phone. It was from the man:
"You have 5 minutes to respond to my video invite slut or it wont be pretty, and take your cucumber." Coach sent from his office at the end of the giant empty locker room in the same school.
Ryan quickly excused himself from class to go to the bathroom, which was easily beliveable by the teacher since he did look pale and fidgety the entire class.
Ryan quickly made his way to his duffell bag in the locker room to take out his cucumber. After making sure theres no one around he quickly locked all the doors into to make sure it stays that way. He tried to open coachs office door just to check hes not there but found it locked and everything was silent.
"Thank god, no ones here." He said aloud.
The door was locked however because was in there, on the porn site fisting his cock in anticipation of Ryan responding. He actually expected him to go to a bathroom or some closet to do this, the locker room never even occured to him.
"This actually might turn out even better than i thought." He smirked devilishly to himself.
Ryan then made his way into the showers and accepted the invite from the man.
"Show me you went commando." He comanded
Ryan put his phone against the wall so he was in full view of the camera, then unshackled his belt and took his pants down his thigh and lifting his shirt a bit showing that he was in fact going nude.
"Strip, slut." Coach told him. Ryan sort of expecting this was gonna happen.
"And say yes, sir when i give you an order." The man told him.
Ryan swallowed his pride and said:
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
Coach chuckled, well at least the boy is learning his manners.
"Youre gonna delete the video after this right? Please man I got 5000$ saved up I can give you." Ryan begged once more desperately which only dragged him deeper into the hole because it was a huge turn on for coach.
"Hell be begging on his knees next." Coach said in his mins.
"Do as youre told slut. Get that cucumber nice and wet and start fucking yourself with it." Coach said as he springed his final trap, getting ready to leave his office.
Ryan then whorishly put the cucumber between his fat lips and lubed it up with his tongue for a minute before laying down on his back fully naked with his legs pulled back in front of the camera and slowly started inserting it into his tight chute.
Coach originally planned to execute this a bit differently but he might as well do it now. He put his dick away, rose from his chair, unlocked his door and quietly went to the showers.
As he quietly rounded the corner he was met one of the sexiest in person sights hes ever seen. Ryan Jackson, his star quarterback, All-American fuckboy, whom all girls wanted to be with and all boys wanted to be him, debasing himself on the dirty shower floor like some cheap hooker.
"RYAN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE DOING?!"
Ryan snapped his head to the showee entrance from his place on the floor, his legs still in the air and the vegetable inside his virgin chute.
His face turned blood red, the blush spreading down his entire neck. He quickly tried to pull himself together, to cover himself up with his hands, the cucumber falling out of his puss with and audible slurp and thumo on the floor adding to his immense embarrasment.
"Coach... I-I-I...." Ryan tried stammering out but didnt know what to say.
"YOU, YOU WHAT?! ARE YOU SOME KINDA FAGGOT BOY?!" Coach got up all in his face screaming at him.
Ryan had to look up at the man thats a head taller than him and tried once again stammering out:
"N-no sir, you dont unde-" *SLAP*
He tried explaining before coach interrupted him with a slap to his face that shocked Ryan and made him even smaller before the towering man.
"WHAT DONT I UNDERSTAND BOY?! THAT YOURE A DIRTY FAGGOT FUCKING HIMSELF FOR THE CAMERA IN THE SHOWERS?!" Coach screamed his head off, spit flying out on the boys face, he knew he needed to scare this sweaty jock before he could go farther.
"Coach, thats not-" He tried excusing himself yet again before coach interrupted him.
"You're a fucking disgrace, Ryan. A disgrace to the team and the whole school. What have you got to say for yourself?"
"I - I'm sorry Coach - please - Its not what it looks like - please - I'll never do it again -"
"Stop blubbering, you disgusting pervert! A queer like you deserves what he's got coming."
"What - what are you going to do?"
"I tell you what I ought to do! Tell all this to your father and let him give you the punishment you deserve!"
“Please Coach,” Ryan begged “Not my father. He will kill me. Please Coach. I’ll… I will wash your car for a month, mow your lawn. I’ll do anything, just don’t tell my father.” Watching this sweaty, glistening hunk beg for leniency almost made Coach feel sorry for him. Almost.
"Take your hands of your cock boy."
Ryan placed his hands at his sides, his rock hard leaking cock springing out, making him even more embarrased.
"Well would you look at that." Coach said mockingly as he slapped the boys rigid cock making it twitcj even more, much to the coachs delight.
"Well, well, well… That is all the proof I need,” Coach snidely remarked, “It looks like you got a need for cock bad there Ry. But I cannot have word getting about that our star quarterback is a fag. If word gets out and then you get caught in a public restroom stuffing you pussy, the school’s and my reputation would be ruined."
Ryan felt humiliated as he look at his Coach.
"I know, how about we make a deal. Since youre such a horny little faggot with an obviously insatiable need for cock and I cant risk you exposing yourself Im gonna satify your need for dicking. I know I can make sure my best jock athlete gets his slut cravings satisfied without anyone being the wiser.”
The Coach paused to see Ryan start to go pale, his red blush from ebarassment giving way to his pale milky skin now coming out from fear and disbelief.
"Coach, n-no, I-I dont want that. Someone took a video of me and is making me do this against my w-" Ryan tried ro reason with the angry man.
"So you were slutting yourself out to men on the internet?! And now its their fault?! You dirty little slut."
Coach chastised angrily again before going over and grabbing his phone from the floor.
Coach, staring down Ryan, huffed, “What are you waiting for boy? Isn’t this what you wanted? Now do not keep me waiting, get on your knees and start sucking. Or Im gonna send this to you father for him to dish out the punishment. And im keeping this video for myself to make sure you dont run off slutting yourself without my permission."
“I have an idea!” Coach exclaimed, “Why don’t I just help you with your need for a good dicking myself.” Coach smirked, “If I’ve learned anything from my years of teaching, I know I can make sure my best jock athlete gets his slut cravings satisfied without anyone knowing the wiser.” The Coach paused to see Brody start to go pale, “Yes, boy. This might be the only way. And I think the best person to supply the cock will be me. I get my rocks off and save this school reputationa and you fulfill you need to be a dirty cockwhore for men."
Ryan’s eyes welled up as he realized that he had no choice and he started to lower himself to his knees and bring himself to eye level with Coach’s cock. He felt completely degraded. Coach was not helping matters, he was utterly humiliated.
Brody slowly peeled the sweatpants down to reveal Coach’s dripping 11-inch cock, slapping him in the face, getting precum on his cheek. Brody stared while he opened his mouth at the sight before him. This hairy hunk of a man, with a huge hard cock, was giving him his dick to suck.
Ryans mind raced wildly; he felt the heat from Coach’s leaking cock against his chin. Ryan looked up to see his Coach grinning while he stared him down, “get on with it boy,” Coach snarled while slapping him a few times, making him even more submissive while filming the while thing with the boys phone.
"White boys have such pretty lips, nice and red and rosy, and there were few things I liked better than seeing them wrapped around my black dick." Coach thought to himself.
As Ryan got to the middle of his cock, he started sputtering and gagging, unable to handle the length and girth of his coach’s fuck stick, but Coach grabbed the muscle sluts head with his hand and started to face-fuck him. Brody could not take his cock all the way.
“We can work on that, nothing a few hundred more blowjobs and some poppers wont solve.” thought Coach devilishly.
"Now, listen here whore. You do what I want, and you do what I tell you, and nothing else. Nothing. You're here to serve me and absolutely nothing else. You watch me like a hawk and if I want something, you jump. You don't even think of anything except how to best serve me. You will always address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Coach. Also, you are forbidden to cum unless I tell you. You will leave your webcam in your room and give me access to it, so I can make sure you are not touching your own cock without my say so.”
Coach could see beads of sweat on his forehead caused by his fear, but then with coachs cock still in his mouth, he shook his head yes.
"Good, boy. Coach said as he patted him on the cheek.
Putting one big paw behind his head Coach pulled him into his crotch.
"Just rub yourself into it and get a good sniff. You and my big cock are gonna have a love affair, baby. Youre gonna crave it and you ain't never gonna be able to get enough."
Coach removed his hand and just let him rub his face over the enormous slab of meat. Coach had this jock at the palm of his hands. A popular sex pot with a constant array of changing girlfriends, this kid probably plowed his way through half the girls in this school, and all the cheerleaders for sure. Hes not letting him go at any cost.
Ryan was going to find out that coach meant about the love affair, because he could spend hours with a kid's face in my crotch; rubbing and kissing and licking and sucking. A three-hour blow job on a quiet afternoon when you got nothing better to do can be fabulous.
"Yeah, good boy. I like that" I said as he rubbed his nose up and down my cock. "Okay, now start sucking on it, baby. Make love to it, and i want it sloppy and nasty. No half assed. And keep your eyes on me."
"Say yes sir. Everytime i tell you something yoll respond with yes sir, got it?"
"Yeth thir." Ryan gargled out with his mouth full of cock.
Coach just watched as he started sucking his big bulge and nibbling on it. After this went on for about 5 minutes, with the boy slobbering and drooling on his pole, while his hand was jerking the rest of it that he couldnt get down his throat, coach dragged him all the way down as much as he could.
Coach grunted and with no warning started to shoot his load straight into the slut’s mouth.
"AAARRGHHHHH FUCK YEA BOY! TAKE THAT FUCKING LOAD YOU SLUT!"
Ryans eyes widened as he felt the cock spasm in his mouth. The taste of fresh cum hit his tongue. The taste was a first for Ryan and he felt an immediate need to spit it out as fast as he could. Ryan started to pull his head away from the coach, but he felt the coach’s hands push his head further on his cock as he barked, “swallow it slut.”
Ryan reluctantly began to swallow the coach’s cum, trying not to gag as he gulped it down.
Coach ended the recording and sent himself the video.
“You did pretty well for a supposed first-time cocksucker. How many men have you been slurping already?" snickered Coach
"No one I swear. Please coach, just dont tell my father, ill deal with the video, dont make do this." Ryan pleaded with teary eyes and sloberred face from all the spit, some of still connected to coach cock.
Coach laughed.
“You seem to be forgetting who has the power here boy. If you do not do exactly as I say, the video goes out from today’s escapades,” Coach said pointing to the boys phone with the video on it.
“You may not have noticed boy, but I have been recording you sucking my cock. If there was a need for any more proof that you were a cock-lover, this video is it.”
Coach gleamed, “I wonder what your friends will say when they see the video. Or your father? Your strict, religious Father? What would he think of the fact that his son is willing to get on his knees for cock?”
Coach paused. “You might be able to get me in trouble, but I won’t go down without a fight, boy. I will destroy your life. You can kiss those college athletic scholarships good-bye.”
As Ryan slumped down on the floor, Coach knew that he had won, and that the boy had surrendered himself to his fate.
"Now clean yourself up and get back to class. Is your father in town?"
"No hes away on business again."
Coach gleamed in satisfaction. "Perfect then every day after school youll be coming home with me and well be continuing your training. Now get the fuck out."
Coach left back to his office, letting the boy to try and hold back his tears. Knowing full well that his life will never be the same.
