The next morning, the Texas heat washed over the backyard of Ryans home like a scorching blanket. The pool shimmered, beckoning the sweat-covered bodies of those who dare to step outside. On a plush lounge chair beside the water's edge, Coach lay, his heavy frame casting a long shadow over the poolside concrete. His eyes were glued to the screen of his phone, watching the recording of last night's escapade with a smug grin that he posted as the first video on his new OnlyFans account. He knew he had stumbled upon a treasure trove of blackmail and sexual satisfaction with young Ryan Jackson.
Ryan, the once proud and cocky star quarterback, was now kneeling before him, his eyes cast down in submission. His mouth was busy doing what Coach had ordered—savoring every thick inch of his massive black cock. The boy had learned quickly how to handle the man's girth, his cheeks hollowing and filling with each bob of his head. The sound of his saliva smacking against Coach's shaft was the only music playing in the tense silence of the early morning. Coachs hand roamed over the jock's broad shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles as he fought to hold back his gag reflex. Coach had never felt so powerful, so in control of the boy he had lusted after for so long.
The scent of chlorine and sunscreen mixed with the musky aroma of sweat and sex as the sun climbed higher in the sky. A gentle breeze whispered through the leaves of the trees, providing a faint reprieve from the relentless heat that was already building. Ryan's ragged breaths were hot against his skin, and Coach could feel his own pulse quickening as the head of his cock hit the back of the boy's throat. He watched the boy's Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed around the cock, his own eyes glazing over with lust.
"Look at you, Ryan, you're a natural at this," Coach said with a sneer, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're going to be a star, my little cockslut."
Ryan's eyes watered as he nodded, the dildo in his ass moving rhythmically as he took the massive black cock deeper into his throat. He'd never felt so used and degraded, but the mix of fear and arousal was intoxicating. The plastic toy inside him, a constant reminder of his new role, was coated in a thick layer of lube, making it slide in and out with ease. He knew Coach was watching his every move, enjoying the show he was putting on. The idea of his friends and family discovering his secret was unbearable, but the thought of Coach's wrath if he didn't perform was even worse.
"That's it, take it all," Coach grunted, his hand tightening in Ryan's hair. "You're going to make daddy so happy."
The boy's eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking out as he tried to focus on not gagging. His jaw was sore and his throat was raw, but he took it all, his body reacting to the abuse with a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Coach's verbal assault was unrelenting, a constant stream of slurs and degrading comments that painted him as nothing but a used-up whore.
Suddenly, the shrill sound of Ryan's phone pierced the air. His eyes shot open in horror, and he frantically looked up at Coach. The phone, resting on the side of the pool, was vibrating and lighting up with Troy's name on the screen.
"Answer it, slut," Coach ordered. "And keep going."
Ryan's heart pounded as he reached out with shaky hands and picked up the phone. The ringing seemed to echo in his ears as he put it to his ear, still deep-throating the man's cock.
"H-hey, Troy," he managed to mumble around the thick meat, his voice muffled.
"Ryan? What's going on, bro? You sound weird." Troy's concerned voice came through the speaker.
Ryan's eyes grew wide with panic, and he tried to pull away, but Coach's firm grip on the back of his head didn't allow it.
"Keep sucking, faggot," Coach hissed in his ear.
Ryan's eyes watered as he tried to nod, the head of the coach's cock bobbing in his throat as he attempted to speak.
"M-must be something in my throat," he lied, his voice a choked gargle. "Just practicing, you know, my, uh, throat exercises for singing."
Troy's laughter was distant and forced. "Dude, you're so weird. You okay?"
"Y-yeah, totally. Just gotta go, though. Talk later," Ryan said, his voice strained. He couldn't believe he was talking to his best friend like this.
"Alright, man. Make sure you're okay," Troy said, the concern evident in his tone.
Ryan nodded vigorously, which only made Coach push deeper, forcing a gag from the boy's throat. "Got it," he choked out, and ended the call. He looked up at Coach with a mix of fear and desperation, his eyes pleading.
"Good boy," Coach said, his grin growing wider, the kind of smile that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who knew him well enough to realize the true depravity behind it. He grabbed the back of Ryan's head and pushed him down again, the fat head of his cock popping back into the boy's mouth, making him gag.
Ryan looked up at him with glazed eyes, his cheeks hollowed out as he tried to accommodate the monstrous cock. Ryan began to fuck his own face with more enthusiasm, Coach watching with a perverse sense of pride as the boy's throat bulged with each thrust. He could see the muscles in the boys neck straining to take the full length.
Suddenly, Coach grabbed the phone from the side table and scrolled through Ryan's phone trying to find interesting private things about the boy. His eyes widened at the goldmine of blackmail material that popped up. Video after video of him and his best friend, Troy, fucking various girls. It seems the boys had quite the collection of their sexual conquests. One thumbnail showed a cheerleader eagerly licking Troy's ass while he smirked at the camera. Coach's heart raced as he realized he could now add another boy to his harem.
He played the video, watching as Troy's cock grew hard, the cheerleader's tongue dancing around his puckered hole, her fingers eagerly exploring his depths. The camera angle was perfect, Troy had clearly recorded it fully trusting his best friend with whom se often shared these kinds of videos back and forth. Better yet, it was the principals daughter. Coach felt his cock stirring again, the thought of turning Troy into his personal fuck toy just as he had done with Ryan was intoxicating. He knew the boy would do anything to keep his reputation intact.
"You like watching your friend fuck?" Coach sneered, his grip on Ryan's head tightening, forcing him to take more of his cock.
"Mmph..." Ryan managed, his cheeks hollowed out with the effort of deep-throating. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Troy had sent him that video in confidence, never suspecting it would end up in the hands of someone like Coach.
"Looks like your buddy has a taste for exhibitionism. Sharing his conquests like a proud peacock," he taunted, watching the fear grow in Ryan's eyes. "You're a naughty boy, keeping secrets like this from me."
With a sadistic grin, Coach sent the videos of Troy to himself. He knew the power this held over both of them. His grin grew wider as he dialed Troy's number, his voice a thundercloud of fake rage and disgust.
"TROY! YOU SICK, PERVERTED SON OF A BITCH!" Coach roared through the phone. "YOU'VE BEEN RECORDING THE CHEERLEADERS AND GETTING THEM TO RIM YOU, YOU FILTHY LITTLE PERVERT!"
Ryan's eyes went wide with horror as he realized what Coach is doing. Troy's voice on the other line was a tremble of fear. "What? Coach, I-I can explain-"
"You disgusting voyeur! Recording those poor girls like that! You're going to learn a lesson about respect, and I'm going to teach it to you!" Coach's voice boomed through the phone, echoing off the walls of the room. "Get over to Ryan's house right now, You two little perverts are going to face the consequences of your actions."
Troy, frozen in terror, stuttered out a few incoherent words before finally agreeing to come over. Coach could hear the tremble in his voice, and his grin grew even wider. This was going to be too easy. He hung up and looked down at Ryan, who was still eagerly bobbing his head up and down on the coach's thick meat, tears and snot painting his cheeks.
"Looks like your little friend is on his way over. I can't wait to show him what a good little faggot you've become," Coach said, patting the top of Ryan's head like he was a loyal dog.
Ryan's mind raced. He didn't know what was worse, the thought of Troy seeing him like this or the reality of what Coach had just said. He tried to pull away, but Coach's grip was like a vice, his meaty hand holding him in place. "Please, no, Coach. Don't do this," he whimpered around the cock still lodged in his throat.
Ignoring his pleas, Coach grabbed his phone off the nightstand and unlocked it. He opened the camera app with a sadistic grin, eager to add another chapter to his collection of depravity. "You're gonna love this, slut," he sneered, pointing the phone at Ryan's tear-streaked face. "Let's give the fans a real show."
With one hand holding the phone and the other tightly around Ryan's head, he smacked him across the cheek so hard that the boy's head snapped to the side. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the backyard leaving a handprint that grew redder by the second. "Keep those pretty eyes on me," Coach bellowed, pulling Ryan's face back to face the camera. The snot bubble on the boy's nose popped, leaving a string of mucus connecting his face to the coach's cock.
"You think you can tell me what to do, huh? You're just a piece of ass to me," Coach said, spitting on Ryan's face before shoving his cock back into the jock's mouth. "Now, jerk me off like the good little faggot you are," he demanded.
He began to stroke Coach's massive shaft, his hand trembling with fear and desperation. Coach leaned back on the pool lounge, watching the boy's tear-stained face intently. The phone camera captured every moment, the lens unforgiving in its clarity.
"You're going to make me cum like the cheap slut you are, and you're going to thank me for every drop," Coach growled, his hand tangling in Ryan's hair. The boy nodded, his eyes wide and glassy. Coach's cock grew harder, thicker, with each stroke from Ryan's hand. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the jock's hand moved faster and faster, his grip tightening around the thick girth hia fingers unable to meet due to the massive thickness of the meat.
"Fuck, yes," Coach grunted, his breathing growing more ragged. "You're going to love the taste of Daddy's cum, aren't you?"
Ryan could only nod, his mouth already full of Coach's cock, his eyes watering and his cheeks hollowed out with effort. The coach's hand was a vice around his skull, pushing him deeper onto his dick with every word. The thought of Troy walking in on this scene was almost too much to bear, but Ryan's survival instinct had kicked in and he knew he had to play along.
Coach's breath grew heavy and his grunts grew louder. He could feel his orgasm building, the heat in his balls reaching a boiling point. "Look at the camera, bitch," he barked, slapping Ryan's cheek hard. The sound echoed through the empty backyard, leaving a red handprint on the boy's flushed skin.
The camera's lens stared back at them, cold and unblinking, as Ryan's eyes darted to meet it, his pupils dilated with a mix of fear and arousal. Coach's hand tightened around his cock, his thick thumb brushing against the sensitive underside, and he could feel the first spurt of cum shooting up his shaft.
"Swallow it all, you little whore," Coach bellowed, his voice thick with lust and power. And with that, he unleashed a torrent of hot, sticky seed, painting Ryan's face with ropes of cum. It splattered against his nose, cheeks, and chin, the boy's eyes watering as he fought not to gag on the salty, bitter taste. Coach didn't let up, his cock pumping out load after load until Ryan's mouth was filled to the brim and his face completely coated.
When Coach had finally emptied himself, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. The boy's expression was a mess of humiliation and defeat, a stark contrast to the pure satisfaction etched across the coach's features. "Looks like you've got quite the talent," he sneered, wiping the last droplets from his dick on the boys face. "Now, clean up that mess," he ordered, nodding towards the his cum-covered face.
With trembling hands, Ryan reached up to wipe his face, his eyes never leaving the camera. He knew that every action was being recorded for the world to see, his secret life as a coach's fuck toy laid bare for anyone with the price of a subscription. He swiped the sticky semen from his cheeks, licking his lips as he tasted the salty residue. With a gulp, he opened his mouth and let the warm, thick load slide down his throat, not daring to spill a single drop. He could feel his stomach churn, but the fear of disobeying was stronger than his gag reflex.
As he swallowed, Coach couldn't help but lustfully observe the incredible body of this young jock specimen. The way Ryan's muscular tits bounced with every breath he took, the plump pink of his lips that had just been wrapped around his cock, the abs that rippled like waves of pure, untouched sand. His thighs, bulging with power and potential, and that round, muscular bubble butt that begged to be split apart by his thick, meaty cock. He had seen it all before, of course, but every time was like the first. A fresh feast for his hungry eyes, a never-ending buffet of boyish beauty.
Just then, the doorbell rang, shattering the silence. Coach's smirk grew wider, knowing full well who was on the other side of that door. He slid his underwear back up, not bothering to cover his own arousal, and strolled over to the door leaving Ryan naked and on his knees with a dildo still odged inside him in the backyard out of sight, for now. He threw it open to reveal a shocked Troy.
"What the fuck, Coach?!" Troy's voice showed his surprise at seeing his fat massive Coach basically naked, with a nassive hardon in his underwear.
"You little pervert!" Coach Waters bellowed, his deep, resonating voice echoing through the house. Before Troy could even comprehend what was happening, the coach's meaty hand had clamped around his neck, yanking him inside like a ragdoll. The door slammed shut, leaving the outside world oblivious to the horror that was about to unfold.
"You think you can just record those poor girls and get away with it?!" Coach's eyes bulged with a rage that seemed almost comical on his otherwise jovial face. The grip on Troy's neck tightened, his face turning red as the coach's spit flew into his eyes. The fear in Troy's eyes grew as he realized that his secret was out, and completely at coachs mercy.
"I-I can explain, Coach, I-" Troy tried to protest, his voice strained by the coach's iron grip.
"You think you're going to explain this to me, you little pervert?!" Coach Waters bellowed, his eyes narrowing to slits. "You're going to get a taste of your own medicine, boy. And trust me, you're going to love it."
Troy's eyes went wide with terror, but before he could even attempt to form a coherent protest, the coach's massive hand shot out and slapped him so hard that his head whipped back, the force sending him stumbling into the wall. The sound of the impact echoed through the house like a gunshot. The boy's eyes rolled back in his head, and when they refocused, they were filled with a mix of shock and fear.
"What the fuck, man?" Troy managed to croak out, his hand flying up to cover his burning cheek.
"Shut up!" Coach Waters roared, his grip on Troy's arm tightening until it felt like bone might snap. "You're just like your friend here. A little fucking pervert who thinks he can get away with anything."
With surprising speed for his size, Coach dragged the squirming boy through the house and out into the backyard. And there, kneeling in shame, was Ryan, his body a mess of spit and cum, his face a mask of horror and desperation. His eyes, bloodshot and wide, locked onto Troy's, silently begging for help or maybe just understanding.
"Look what I found, Ryan's little sidekick," Coach said with a vindictive grin. "Another boy who thinks he's above the rules, huh?"
Troy's eyes widened further at the sight of his best friend, the star quarterback of their football team, now reduced to a whimpering mess on his knees. "What the fuck did you do to him?" he asked, his voice trembling with rage and fear.
"Oh, just a little taste of what you're about to get, Troy," Coach Waters sneered, his grip on Troy's arm tightening even more. "You see, your boy here has been a naughty little slut, just like you. And sluts need to be taught a lesson."
Troy's eyes darted between the coach and his friend. Ryan's eyes were red, swollen from crying, and his body was a canvas of degradation. The coach had painted him with a thick coat of his own saliva and cum, turning the usually confident athlete into a pitiful, submissive creature.
"What the fuck, man?" Troy tried to protest again, his voice thick with anger and revulsion. But before he could say another word, the coach's hand flew out like a cobra, slapping him so hard that his cheek stung. The force of the blow sent him stumbling backwards, his knees buckling slightly.
"You want to keep playing the tough guy, Troy?" Coach Waters bellowed, his massive frame seemjng to fill in even the backyard. "You want to see what happens when I send this little gem of you filming those cheerleaders to the principal? To the cops? Maybe they'll have a little chat with your daddy about your 'hobby'."
The color drained from Troy's face as the reality of his situation sunk in. He knew Coach wasn't bluffing. He had seen the video himself. It was clear, it was damning, and it was all the evidence anyone would need to ruin him. "No... please..." he whimpered.
"Oh, so now you know how it feels to beg, don't you?" Coach Waters said, a malicious smile playing across his lips. "You're going to be a good little slut for me, just like your friend here, or else that video is going to be the least of your worries." The implication was clear: Troy's world would come crashing down around him.
Coach says to Troy "Luckily for you thats not gonna happen because youre gonna be a good little slut, and do as youre told. Then maybe youll learn your lesson."
Troy, trembling, took off his shirt, his eyes never leaving the ground. His heart was racing as he unbuckled his belt, sliding his jeans down his legs. Coach watched with a hungry gaze as the young jock revealed his perfect athletic body. He took in the sight of the tight abs, the bulging biceps, and the way his cock bobbed slightly as he stepped out of his pants, leaving them in a puddle around his ankles.
"Look at you," Coach murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So strong, so fit. A real man's man, aren't you?" The sarcasm was palpable as he took in the young boy's muscular form.
Troy's heart sank as he realized he had no choice. Coach's eyes feasted on the boy's physique, his thoughts racing with the endless possibilities of the depravity he could subject them to. The powerful thighs and tight ass made for a mouthwatering display, his nice thick cock that surely made girls mouths water, and the coach knew exactly how to use each inch of those boys to his advantage.
"Come here, Troy. Get on your knees next to him," Coach ordered, pointing to the floor beside Ryan. "Your first lesson is going to be a good one. You're going to learn how to properly appreciate another man, starting with those luscious lips of his."
Troy's eyes grew wide with shock and horror, but he didn't dare disobey. He knew Coach had him in a vice grip, and any resistance would only lead to worse. Slowly, he knelt beside his best friend, his entire body trembling as he took in the sight of Ryan's tear-stained face and the thick ropes of cum that painted his abs and chest. The humiliation in Ryan's eyes was palpable, and Troy felt a mix of pity and fear for his own fate.
The moment their lips met, Troy felt his gorge rise. The taste of Coach's cum in Ryan's mouth was overpowering, a foul reminder of the perverse act he had just been forced to commit. Yet, despite the revulsion, the heat between them grew as their tongues danced together, a dance of submission and despair. The smacking of their lips and the occasional gag from Troy echoed through the room, a twisted symphony of their degradation.
"That's it, you little sluts. Taste each other's mouths," Coach Waters taunted, his voice thick with lust. "You love that cock juice, don't you? You're both nothing but filthy faggots now, aren't you?"
The coach's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he barked his next order, "Now play with each other's tits. Show me how much you like those jock cocks."
Ryan's cheeks burned as he reached out to Troy's firm, muscular chest. His fingers pinched and twisted the hardened nubs of his best friend's nipples, while Troy did the same to him. Their eyes met in silent pleading, a silent promise to get through this together.
"You both look so pretty when you play nice," Coach Waters leered, stroking his own massive cock. "Now, don't be shy. Take those cocks and jerk them off for each other."
With trembling hands, Ryan reached for Troy's thick, half-erect shaft. The weight of the situation made his stomach churn, but he knew he had to comply. He gripped the hot flesh, his hand moving up and down in a mechanical motion that was far from the enthusiastic stroking he reserved for his own pleasure. Troy, equally mortified, took Ryan's cock in his hand, his touch tentative and awkward. The sound of their lips smacking against eachother filled the backyard, a rhythmic punctuation to the coach's taunts.
As they touched themselves, a strange heat began to build between them. It wasn't the passion of lovers, but rather a desperate hunger for release. The nipple play had brought a flush to their cheeks and a spark of arousal to their eyes. Despite their fear and humiliation, their bodies responded to the stimulation, betraying them with every stroke.
Coach Waters observed them with a grin that was part amusement, part triumph. "Now, Troy, show me how much you care for your friend," he sneered. "Take that dildo in his ass and play with it like the whore he is."
With a sigh of resentful submission, Troy reached under Ryan's cock, his eyes widening when his hand encountered the base of the large rubber toy. He hadn't noticed it before, but now, it was glaringly obvious. He took it in his hand, feeling its slickness from being buried in Ryan's ass. The sight of his best friend, the star quarterback, being used like this was almost too much to bear, but fear and the need to survive urged him on.
He began to twist the dildo gently, watching as Ryan's body reacted to the intrusion. The moans that escaped the jock's throat grew louder, more desperate, as the toy hit his prostate with each twist. Troy's own cock grew harder in Ryans grip, a traitorous response to the scene unfolding before him. He knew he had to play along, had to keep the coach happy if he wanted to keep his own secret hidden.
As the two boys kissed, their bodies moving in rhythm with the twisting and turning of the dildo, Coach's sadistic chuckles resonating across the pool and backyard. He was in complete control now, watching as his two prize athletes became his playthings, their manhood stripped away with every whimper and smack of lips.
He pulled out his phone, and opened the camera app. His thumb hovered over the record button for a brief moment before he finally pressed it, capturing every moment of their degradation in crisp, high definition. The video would be gold in the secret chatroom he frequented, where men like him gathered to share their exploits, to revel in the power they held over these young, unsuspecting jock.
With a sinister grin, Coach turned off the camera and stepped towards the boys. His massive fat frame seemed to fill the space, casting a shadow over the trembling boys. He grabbed a fistful of Ryans raven and Troys chestnut hair and yanked them to their feet, their cocks still hard and slick with precum. "Now, don't you think it's only fair that I get to taste that sweet mouth of yours?"
Their eyes widened in horror, but before they could react, Coach's tongue was plunging into Ryans mouth, forcing it down his throat. The taste made him gag reflexively. But Coach was relentless, holding him firmly in place as he ravaged his mouth. Troy watched in horror, his own cock betraying him by twitching with the depravity unfolding before him.
Next, the coach pulled Troy into the kiss, mashing the two boys' faces together, forcing their tongues to tangle with his. The taste of cum and precum mixing between them, creating a vile cocktail of fear and degradation. Coach's beard scratched at their faces, his saliva mixing with theirs as they struggled to kiss back with the enthusiasm he demanded.
The power dynamics in the between the three were palpable as the coach's hands fisted their hair, pulling them into his mouth. Their tongues battled each other, saliva spilling out and down their chins as the boys struggled to maintain balance on their toes, reaching for the man's 6'5" frame. The taste of each other's mouths was a bitter mix of fear and lust, a cocktail of submission that neither boy could refuse. They kissed like it was the last thing they'd ever do, passion and terror entangled in a dance of degradation.
As the kiss broke, their lips were bruised and swollen, the smack echoing across the backyard. Coach stepped back, a sadistic smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He praised their tongues skills, saying that he had never had such eager whores to train.
"Alright, my little bitches," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Time to show me what else you're good for."
Coach Waters guided them over to a plush couch overlooking the pool. He sat down, spread his legs wide, and pointed to his left. "Ryan, get over here and start sucking on this." Pointing to his hair covered fat nipple.
Ryan's eyes widened at the sheer size of the man's fat areila. He lowered himself onto the coach's left thigh, his knees digging into the cushion as he leaned in and took the man's nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, and he felt it harden even more under his ministrations.
On the other side of the couch, Troy looked at Coach with a mix of horror and pleading. "Please, Coach, I can't... I'll do anything, just don't make me..."
Coach's grin grew wider. "Oh, you're going to do it, boy. And you're going to love it." He grabbed Troy by the neck and pulled him closer, pushing the tip of his cock against the boy's trembling lips. "Now, suck."
With a look of utter despair, Troy parted his lips and allowed the coach's monstrous cock to invade his mouth. He gagged at first, the thickness and the taste overwhelming him, but he quickly learned to take it deeper, his cheeks hollowing as he did his best to not choke on it. The coach held his head firmly in place, guiding his movements.
Ryan, still on his knees, didn't dare stop sucking the coach's nipple as instructed. The feel of the coach's furry chest against his face, the sound of Troy's muffled gags and moans beside him, it all just served to make him even more aware of his own submission. Coach fucked him with the dildo with his left hand, filling him up and stretching him out with every rough thrust.
"Look at you two," Coach chuckled, his right hand pulling Troy's head while his left hand was pumping Ryan the the rubber. "Two little sluts fighting for Daddy's attention."
Troy's eyes watered as he took the massive cock deeper into his mouth, not knowing the right technique to handle such girth. He coughed and choked, but Coach wasn't letting up, pushing him further down until he was deep-throating about half the thing. The salty taste of pre-cum hit Troy's tongue and he felt his own stomach turn.
"Looks like someone's eager to get good at this," Coach said, watching the struggle. His grip tightened and he started to face fuck the poor boy, holding him still with his burly forearm. "Take it all, slut. Show Daddy you want it."
Tears were streaming down Troy's face as he tried to obey, his eyes bulging and cheeks hollowed out. His gag reflex was kicking in and he had to fight back the urge to vomit.
"Good boy," Coach Waters grunted, watching the scene unfold with a sadistic grin. "Now, get your hands in there. Make sure you get it all nice and sloppy. I want to hear you choke on my cock."
Trembling, Troy obeyed. He pulled away, gasping for air, and took the opportunity to spit a mouthful of saliva onto the thick, black member in front of him. He used his hands to spread it around, jerking the coach off while he took deep breaths to prepare himself for the next round of face-fucking. The slickness from the spit helped, but the size was still a challenge. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but the fear of the coach's wrath and the threat of having his videos exposed kept him going.
"Look at you, nasty ass slut, trying to handle Daddy's cock," Coach jeered, watching Troy's discomfort. "You're such a whore, aren't you? Just loving the taste of that big black cock."
Troy coughed and sputtered, a stream of spit and pre-cum connecting his mouth to Coach's cock. He wiped his eyes and tried to catch his breath, his cheeks flushed with a mix of humiliation and arousal. The slurred words of degradation only fueled the fire of his forced servitude.
"Yes... sir... I love... your cock..." he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. The coach chuckled.
"Good boy, now keep those eyes on me," Coach ordered, his grip tightening on the back of Troy's head.
Troy nodded, his gaze locked on the coach's leering face as he took the massive cock back into his mouth. The taste of power and control was palpable as he bobbed up and down, his throat muscles working overtime to accommodate the thick, veiny intrusion. The coach's meaty fists pumped Troy's head faster and faster, turning the once proud jock into a drooling, obedient receptacle for his lust.
On the couch, still sucking coachs nipple, Ryan whimpered and moaned as the rubber dildo invaded his tight, freshly devirginized ass. Each thrust from the coach's hand brought him closer to the edge, his body trembling with every penetration.
"You're doing so well, slut," Coach praised, watching Troy with a twisted smile. "Look at you, taking that big black cock like a champ. You're going to be the best little cumdumpster I've ever had."
Coach took out a small bottle of poppers. He had used them before on his unsuspecting prey, knowing the effects they would have.
"What are those, coach?" Troy asked nervously, his eyes watering from the harsh smell.
"Poppers, my little faggot. They're going to help you take that big, black cock like the good boy I know you can be," Coach said, grinning wickedly as he unscrewed the cap. He grabbed Troy's head and held the bottle to his nose, pressing it firmly. "Take a deep breath for daddy."
Troy hesitated for a moment before inhaling deeply. The potent fumes of amyl nitrite flooded his nostrils, burning as they hit the back of his throat. His eyes grew wide and watery, and his body tingled with a sudden rush of relaxation. His throat muscles loosened, and his asshole, gave an involuntary clench.
"That's it," Coach said, watching Troy's pupils dilate and his breath quicken. "Take another one, baby. You're going to need it."
Troy's body began to relax, his muscles melting away under the influence of the poppers. The coach took advantage of the moment, grabbing his own cock and aligning it with Troy's wet, abused mouth. "Open wide," he growled, pushing the tip past the boy's lips.
As Troy took a deep breath, his throat muscles loosened even further, allowing the massive cock to slide down his throat with surprising ease. His eyes watered, and his cheeks puffed out as he struggled to take in the thick girth. The poppers had worked their magic, making everything feel more intense, more pleasurable, and less real.
"Good boy," Coach rumbled, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to take all of me, aren't you?" He began to thrust harder, feeling the poppers do their work as Troy's throat tightened and loosened around him. The boy's eyes had glazed over, and he could see the fear and excitement mingling in those blue orbs. It was a heady mixture, one that Coach had grown quite fond of over the years.
Meanwhile, he noticed Ryan's whimpering had turned to desperate moaning, the dildo still buried to the hilt in his tight ass. With a sadistic smile, Coach ripped it out with a wet pop, causing the boy to cry out in pain. "You're going to get behind Troy now," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. "And you're going to lick his ass until it's nice and wet for me."
Troys and Ryans eyes widened in shock and horror, but they knew better than to argue. Ryan slithered off the bed and onto the floor, his own cock bobbing in front of him. Coach took this opportunity to give Troy another hit of the poppers. "Take a deep breath, slut," he instructed, watching as the boy inhaled the chemical concoction.
Troy's eyes rolled back, and his mouth fell slack as the poppers hit his system once again. His body felt like it was floating, and his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was scared, humiliated, and yet, the poppers were turning him on.
As Ryan's tongue tentatively met Troy's puckered hole, Troy's body responded with a shiver of pleasure. He had never felt anything like it, and he couldn't help the moan that bubbled up from his throat. It was muffled by the thick cock invading his mouth, but the coach heard it, and it made his cock throb with excitement.
"Good boy," the coach grunted, his grip on Troy's head tightening as he pushed him down even further. "Keep going, make him beg for more."
Ryan's tongue danced around Troy's tight ring, his own cock now throbbing with need. Troy had never felt like this before, but the poppers had unlocked something within him, making his body crave the most depraved forms of pleasure. Ryan tentatively pushed his tongue in, feeling the heat and tightness of Troy's body, and the other boy responded with a muffled moan that vibrated around the coach's dick.
The coach took a moment to appreciate the scene before him: two of his most desired jocks, now his obedient fuck toys, doing his bidding without question. He grabbed Troy's ears, pulling him even deeper onto his cock, and the boy's throat muscles tightened around him. The sound of Troy's moaning grew louder, and the coach's eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Ryan's tongue worked faster, driven by the coach's command, as he felt the warmth of Troy's body against his face. Troy's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were watering from the effort of taking the coach's massive cock down his throat, but he was getting into it now, his hands gripping the coach's thick thighs for support. The spit and saliva from Troy's mouth coated the coach's shaft, making it slick and easy to slide in and out.
Coach Waters groaned in pleasure as he watched the two young men degrade themselves for his amusement. His hand moved from Troy's head to Ryan's, pushing him deeper into the other boy's ass.
"Now, Ryan," he growled, "Take this and use it on your boyfriend's tight little pussy to loosen him up." Coach said giving Ryan the dildo that was in his own pussy just a little while ago.
Ryan took it with a trembling hand. He looked up at the coach with fear in his eyes, shivering at what he was being asked to do. But he knew the consequences of disobeying. He looked over at Troy who was still on all fours, face buried in his coach's crotch.
As the dildo coated in lube and Ryans ass juices approached Troy's trembling hole, the boys fell silent. The only sounds were the slupring noises of Troy slobbery blowjob and the coach's sadistic chuckle. The rubbery tip of the dildo, now in Ryan's unsteady hand, hovered over Troy's exposed ass. His eyes, glazed with fear and the effects of the poppers, searched for any sign of mercy from the coach. But all he found was a cold, demanding stare.
"Do it," the coach barked, his voice thick with lust.
With trembling hands, Ryan pushed the dildo into Troy's tight, quivering hole. The boy's eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth formed a silent scream around the thick meat of the coach's cock as he felt the intrusion. The rubber toy was unforgiving, stretching him beyond what he thought possible, and the sensation of it sliding into his most intimate space was a mix of pain and a disturbing, growing pleasure. Each inch that disappeared inside him made his stomach churn, but his cock remained rock hard, trapped in a cycle of horror and arousal.
Troy's gaze was locked onto Coach Waters' face, desperately searching for any sign of humanity or remorse, but all he saw was pure, sadistic delight. The man's grip on his hair tightened, and he began to pump his cock into the boy's mouth with an animalistic vigor. "Look at me, you little whore," the coach snarled, his voice a gravelly rumble that seemed to shake the very walls. "You love this, don't you? Being my fucktoy. Being fucked by your boyfriend while you suck my dick."
"Look at that, you're a natural," the coach said, slapping Troys ass as Ryan began to thrust the dildo in and out of Troy's tight opening.
Ryan's eyes were glazed over with a mix of fear and confusion, his body moving almost of its own accord as he obeyed the coach's instructions. Troy's moans grew louder, muffled by the thick cock in his mouth, and his body tensed with every thrust. The coach's meaty hand wrapped around Troy's throat, keeping him in place as he fucked the boy's face, the veins in his forearm bulging with the effort.
"Look at you, taking it like the slut you are," the coach sneered, his eyes never leaving Troy's. The dildo was coated in a sheen of lubricant, sliding in and out of the tight hole with a sickening wet sound that filled the otherwise quiet backyard. Ryan's own cock was hard again, and the coach noticed it with a wicked smile.
"You want a taste of that dildo, don't you, boy?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, he pulled Troy off his cock with a pop, his cum dripping down the boy's chin. He handed the dildo to Troy, still coated in Ryans and his own ass juices. "Clean it off," he ordered, and Troy, with trembling hands, took it into his mouth, the taste of his teammate's and his own ass mixing with the rubber.
He gagged at first, but fear kept him going, his tongue lapping at the slimy toy as he tried to clean it. The taste was a cocktail of musk and despair, and he could feel his stomach churning, threatening to expel the contents. Coach Waters watched with a sadistic grin, his hand on the top of Troy's head, petting the jock in approval. "That's it," he murmured, "good boy, good boy."
When Troy had done his best to clean the dildo, the coach took it back and handed it to Ryan. "Now, get that back in his pussy," he said, pointing at Troy's gaping hole. The younger boy hesitated, but with a quiver in his voice, he whispered, "Yes, sir."
Ryan inserted the dildo back into Troy, watching as his friend's eyes watered and his cheeks turned red. The coach's grin grew wider as he watched his two star athletes become his personal playthings. "Now, both of you get on my dick," he ordered, gesturing to his thick, still-hard member.
Ryan and Troy looked at each other with a mix of fear and confusion, but they didn't dare disobey. They positioned themselves on either side of the coach, each taking a side of his massive cock into their mouths. Their tongues battled for space as they tried to clean polish the massive ramrod.
"That's right, you little sluts," Coach Waters growled, turning on his phone camera and pointing it at the two boys. "You love this, dont you?" He laughed, watching as they struggled to fit their mouths around his thick girth. "Show me how much you want it. Suck me like youre one of your girlfriends sucking you. I want full enthusiasm."
Ryan and Troy looked into the camera, their eyes glazed with a mix of humiliation and the drug-induced arousal from the poppers. They knew they had to perform. The coach's cock was a monster, and they were his eager little toys. They took turns, one deep-throating him while the other licked and kissed the shaft, their tongues occasionally meeting in a wet, sloppy battle for dominance over the coach's manhood. The sounds of their gagging and slurping echoed through the backyard, a symphony of degradation that the coach recorded with sadistic glee.
"Look at you two," Coach Waters sneered, his hand gripping the back of Troy's head, forcing him down onto his cock. "You're nothing but my little cocksuckers now." He watched the footage he was capturing with a grin, knowing that every moment of their submission was being immortalized.
With a wicked smile, the coach popped open another bottle of poppers and brought it under Ryan's nose. "Take a deep breath, baby," he instructed, his voice thick with excitement. Ryan inhaled, feeling the familiar rush of the drug as his eyes watered and his head spun. He was so lost in his own mind that he barely felt the coach's thick cock pushing into his mouth. The camera zoomed in on their faces, capturing every drop of saliva and the bulging of their eyes as they tried to accommodate the beast between their lips.
Troy, already feeling the effects of the previous poppers, took his turn, his mouth wrapping around the coach's cock with surprising ease. The camera captured the two athletes in a disgustingly beautiful display of forced submission, their muscular bodies contrasting with the coach's hairy, bloated one. Coach Waters' stench filled the air, a potent mix of sweat and sex that seemed to fuel their perverse ritual.
"Thank me, you little whores," the coach growled, his hand tangled in Ryan's hair, guiding the rhythm of his bobbing head. "Thank me for letting you suck this big, black cock."
Ryan's eyes watered and his throat burned as he tried to keep up, his gag reflex long gone thanks to the poppers. He managed a muffled, "Thank you daddy," around the massive shaft, the word barely escaping his throat.
Troy took over again, his eyes glazed over with lust as he took Coach's cock all the way down, the head touching the back of his throat. The coach grabbed him by the neck, pushing him down harder, his massive belly jiggling with each thrust. "Thank me, you worthless little faggot," he spat, his words echoing in Troy's ears as he fought to breathe through his nose.
"Thank you, sir," Troy choked out between breaths, his voice hoarse and broken. "Thank you for letting me taste your cock."
"You're welcome, you little slut."
With those words, Coach Waters pulled his cock out of Troy's mouth, smacking it against the boy's cheek before shoving him onto his back on the couch. Troy's head fell back, his mouth wide open, tongue lolling out as if begging for more. Coach didn't miss a beat, ordering Ryan to come closer. The coach's thick, veiny cock stood proudly before Troy, glistening with a mix of spit and precum.
"Now, Ryan, it's time for you to show me what a good little bitch you can be," Coach sneered, his eyes gleaming with malicious excitement. "Get over here and lick my asshole clean."
Ryan's eyes widened in horror as he stared at Troy's vulnerable face, now inches away from the coach's cock. He knew he had no choice but to obey. He shuffled over behind coach, his knees wobbly with fear and arousal from the poppers, and tentatively leaned in. The smell of pungy sweat and unwashed ass filled Ryans senses as he pressed his tongue against the coach's asshole, tasting the salty flesh. He heard the coach's deep, satisfied grunt as his tongue swirled around the tight ring.
Meanwhile, Troy's nose was burning from the new injection of poppers that Coach shoves into his nostrils, his head spinning from the sudden rush of chemical pleasure. Coach took this moment to shove his cock back into Troy's mouth, not bothering to be gentle this time. He grabbed the boy's head and began to face fuck him mercilessly, his fat cock sliding in and out of Troy's mouth as the boy gagged and drooled.
Ryan, now behind the coach, started and expert lickout. His tongue slithered around the edges of the hairy abyss before plunging deep inside, making Coach's legs wobble and his meaty ass cheeks clench around Ryan's face.
Coach groaned with pleasure, feeling Ryan's tongue wiggling deep inside him. "That's it boy, lick it clean, just like you'd eat your little slut's pussy out." His voice was deep and gruff, filled with sadistic pleasure as he watched the star quarterback's dignity crumble before his very eyes.
Ryan's tongue danced around the coach's asshole, probing every crevice and fold with a hunger that made his stomach turn. The taste was overpowering, a mix of sweat, cum, and the bitter residue of the poppers, but he didn't dare stop. The hair around the coach's hole tickled his nose as he breathed in the musky scent of a man who clearly didn't care for personal hygiene. He tried not to gag, his throat muscles spasming as he fought to keep his composure.
"That's it, you little bitch," he groaned, "eat me like the faggot you are." The words cut through the air like a knife, each syllable a reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically in the past few days.
Ryan's tongue worked tirelessly, lapping at Coach Waters' asshole with the precision of a seasoned porn star. The coach's meaty thighs quivered with pleasure as he face-fucked Troy, whose eyes were watering and cheeks bulging with his cock. The pool echoed with the sounds of sloppy sucking and grunts of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional gag and retch from Troy's throat.
Saliva slithered down Troy's chin, pooling on the concrete and mixing with the occasional spurt of vomit that painted his face in a grotesque display of forced servitude. Troys beard was coated with a sickening combination of drool and bile, his expression one of sadistic euphoria as he watched the boy choke on his cock. His phone capturing every twitch of Troy's face as his throat muscles convulsed around the thick intrusion.
Coach Waters pulled back, giving Troy a brief respite to breathe, his cock glistening with spit and slime. He could see the panic in Troy's eyes, the desperate need to get off of this cock. But that wasn't what he had planned. He shoved the phone closer to Troy's face, eager to capture the moment of complete degradation.
"Open wide, boy," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he rammed his cock back into Troy's mouth, pushing until he felt the back of his throat. Troy's eyes bulged as he gagged, and the coach watched with sadistic glee as the boy's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with the effort of not choking. The saliva and vomit painted Troy's face like a macabre mask, the coach's black skin a stark contrast to the white of his face and the pink of his cheeks.
The sound of Ryan's tongue lapping at his asshole echoed through the backyard pool, the wet, sloppy noises mixing with Troy's muffled gags and moans. Coach Waters had never felt more powerful, more alive than in this moment, his cock buried deep in the mouth of the boy he'd always envied for his popularity and athletic prowess. He knew that this was just the beginning, that he had them both exactly where he wanted them - vulnerable, desperate, and utterly dependent on his whims.
As he withdrew from Troy's mouth, a trail of spit connecting them, he looked down at the boy's chest, noticing the way his pecs danced with each breath, the way the light reflected off the droplets of water clinging to his nipples. With a grin, he reached down, grabbing Troy's right nipple and giving it a vicious twist. Troy yelped, his eyes watering, but the coach didn't relent. Instead, he began to maul his chest, playing with his tits like they were toys made solely for his amusement.
"Oh, you're a sensitive little bitch, aren't you?" he chuckled, enjoying the way Troy's body reacted to his rough touch. He pinched and pulled, watching as the nipples grew harder and more sensitive with each tug. "You're going to learn to love this, just like Ryan over there," he said, nodding towards the quarterback who was busy cleaning his asshole.
The coach's eyes never left Troy's face as he leaned in closer, the stench of his sweat and cum mixing with the chlorine of the pool water. "Now, open up those pretty little lips," he ordered, slapping Troy's cheek. Troy, his mind a fog of fear and confusion, did as he was told, parting his lips to reveal his teeth and tongue. The coach took this invitation, sliding his cock back into Troy's mouth with a wet pop.
Troy's eyes watered as he gagged around the thick shaft, his throat convulsing as the coach held his head in place and began to thrust. The coach's voice grew louder, his words echoing off the tiles of the poolside as he degraded the boy with each thrust. "Take it, you fucking whore," he bellowed, his hand tight around Troy's neck. "You're going to take every inch, like the good little bitch you are."
Troy's eyes rolled back in his head as the coach's cock hit the back of his throat, his gag reflex fighting against the intrusion. He could feel the man's balls slapping against his eyes and forehead, the hot, salty taste of precum filling his mouth. His own cock was rock hard, a betrayal to the horror he felt, as the drugs and the situation played havoc with his body's natural responses.
With his free hand, the coach bent Troy's legs up towards his chest, exposing the boy's tight, pink hole. With a wicked grin, he reached over Troy's body and grabbed the dildo that was firmly lodged in his ass. "You like that, don't you?" he sneered, pumping it in and out of the boy's ass with a cruel rhythm that matched the thrusts into his mouth.
Troy's muffled moans grew louder as the coach's hand moved faster, the dildo stretching him to the brink of pain. His eyes were watering uncontrollably, his cheeks red and swollen from the abuse. Each movement of the dildo sent a wave of conflicting sensations through his body – pain, pleasure, and utter disgust. His own cock twitched and throbbed against his stomach, a traitorous response to the depravity he was enduring.
With a sudden, violent motion, the coach ripped the dildo from Troy's ass, causing the boy to gag and cough around the cock filling his mouth. The rubber toy fell to the floor with a wet smack, leaving a trail of lube and pussy juices as it slid across the tiles. The coach leaned back, his cock still buried in the depths of Troy's throat, and with a smirk, pulled Ryan out of his ass.
"Take this and continue recording." Coach said as he handed his phone to the dazed jock whose face is a sweaty filty mess of his own spit and coach ass sweat. Ryan stands up and starts filming.
Coach then flipped Troy arount and spread his legs wide. The poor boy's legs were shaking as he was trying to fight the urge to cry and gag. But he couldnt. He was too high on the poppers and his body was too sensitive and horny from the dildo play.
Coach took his monstrous cock that was coated in Troy's spit and pushed it against Troy's lubed asshole. He watched with a sadistic glee as the tip of his cock spread Troy's lips apart. He pushed harder until the tip breached the tight ring of muscle.
"Ah! No! No!!" Troy's eyes widened in horror as he felt the thick, throbbing shaft start to penetrate him. His whole body tensed up, his teeth biting into his lower lip to keep from screaming. But Coach was relentless, his hand firmly around the base of his own cock, pushing it deeper and deeper into Troy's trembling hole.
"You little bitch," Coach sneered, slapping Troy across the face with a wet smack that echoed through the backyard. "You're going to take this like the whore you are."
Ignoring Troy's desperate pleas, the coach thrust his cock deeper, savoring the tightness that clamped down on his shaft. The pain and humiliation etched on Troy's face only fueled his desire, his eyes gleaming with a sick joy as he watched the boy's body betray him with every moan that escaped his lips. The boys muscle tits bounced with the force of their bodies colliding, mixing with the sounds of slapping flesh and gagging sobs.
Troys eyes searched Coach’s, a silent plea for mercy, but all he found was the gleaming lust of a man who knew he had complete control. The jock’s body was a canvas of desperation and need, his abs contracting with each brutal thrust, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The sound of their bodies colliding was a symphony of degradation, echoing through the quiet neighborhood. The only other noise was the occasional slap of skin against skin and the wet, obscene noises of Coach’s cock plunging into Troys depths.
“Fuck, Coach, please, I can’t take it anymore!” Troy choked out. His body was on fire, his pussy strugling to accomodate the monstrous girth. Coach only laughed, his strokes growing more vicious as he watched Troy squirm beneath him.
Ryan, his own cock rock hard, held the phone steady, recording every second of the brutal scene. He watched with a mix of horror and fascination as Coach’s thick cock slammed into Troy’s tight hole. Tears streamed down Troy’s face, but he was too far gone to fight back. Coach had made sure of that with the poppers he’d shoved into his nose moments before, the chemicals already clouding his mind and making him hyper-sensitive to every touch.
"Keep filming, slut. Don’t miss a thing," Coach grunted, his eyes never leaving Troy’s desperate gaze.
The scene was like something out of a dark, twisted porn fantasy. The coach’s massive, hairy body was a stark contrast against Troy’s smooth, muscular physique. Each pound into Troy’s body sent waves of sweat cascading down from his bulging biceps to his thick waist, eventually dripping onto the trembling teenager beneath him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by Troy’s muffled whimpers and the squelching of his abused hole.
“Look at you, taking it like a champ, slut,” Coach sneered, his grip on Troy ankles tightening. He leaned down and spit into Troys gaping mouth, watching with a twisted sense of pride as his slut tearily licked it up. The saliva mixed with precum and sweat, creating a salty mess that only added to the depraved scene unfolding in the backyard. “You’re nothing but a hole for me to fill up with my cum, aren’t you?”
Troy's eyes were glazed over, his mind a fog of pain and humiliation as the coach's words cut through the haze. “Y-yes, sir,” he croaked out, his voice hoarse from screaming. The poppers had taken away his ability to resist, leaving him a pliable doll in the hands of a monster.
“Talk to me, faggot. Tell me you want my cock,” Coach demanded, his voice a gruff, animalistic growl that sent a shiver down Troy’s spine. He knew better than to ignore an order, his mind racing to form the words that would satisfy the beast above him. “Yes, sir... I want your cock,” he managed to murmur, the words sticking in his throat like a mouthful of shards.
“Look at me when you say it, boy,” the coach barked, his hand tightening around Troy’s ankles. The boy’s eyes snapped open, focusing on the twisted, sadistic grin that was painted across the man’s face. The sting of the poppers still lingered in the back of his throat, making every word a struggle to form coherently. “I want your... your...”
The coach leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over Troy’s skin. The smell of sweat and desire filled the air, a heady cocktail that seemed to thicken the very atmosphere around them. “Come on, spit it out. You’re my little bitch now. Tell me you want me to fuck you like the whore you are.”
Troy’s cheeks flamed, his heart hammering a staccato beat against his ribs. He swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat constricting around the words he never thought he’d say aloud. “I want your... cock, sir,” he whispered, the last word barely audible.
“Good boy,” Coach Waters praised, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through every inch of Troy’s body. With a triumphant grin, the coach leaned down and crushed his lips against Troy’s, swallowing his whimpers as he began to make out with the boy. The taste of the poppers still lingered, a bittersweet flavor that melded with the coach’s salty essence. Troy’s eyes rolled back in his head as the coach’s tongue invaded his mouth, the sensation terryfing.
The coach’s hips never stopped moving, his thick member still pounding into Troy’s abused pussy with a brutal rhythm that seemed to echo through the room. The jock’s legs were thrown over the coach’s broad shoulders, his toes curling in the air with every powerful thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was a symphony of degradation, an equal event to the degrading mouth rape that now claimed his lips.
Each thrust from Coach’s massive cock sent waves of ecstasy crashing through Troys body, making him arch off the porch bench. The sensation of being so completely filled was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like being claimed, like he was nothing more than a piece of property for Coach to use and discard.
Coach’s mouth left Troy’s with a wet smack, leaving the boy dazed and panting. The older man’s breath was hot and heavy on his neck as he whispered his next order. “Ryan, give me that phone. It’s your turn to play.” He didn’t wait for a response, his voice thick with desire. He took the phone from the trembling boy’s hand, his own eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
Ryan’s cheeks were flushed, his own arousal betraying his fear. He had kissed Troy before, but it had always been under the guise of a game or a dare. Now, there was no pretending. Coach Waters wanted to watch them together, and he had the power to make it happen.
Coach’s thick, meaty cock plunged into Troy’s tight, pink hole without mercy. The boy’s body undulated on the couch with each brutal thrust, his legs spread wide and his toes curling. His pussy lips dragged back with every retreat of the monstrous black cock, leaving a wet trail on the coach’s thighs. Despite the pain and degradation, Troy’s body was responding to the relentless pounding, his own cock rock hard.
“Now, Ryan. Show Troy how much you want him. Make him feel like the slut he is.” Coach Waters’ voice was a dark rumble, his eyes glinting with excitement as he held the phone up, capturing the intimate moment he was about to orchestrate.
Ryan’s heart was racing. He didn’t know if it was fear or the thrill of the forbidden, but he found himself leaning in, his hands tentatively reaching out to Troy’s body. The taste of the coach’s cum still lingered in his mouth as he claimed Troy’s lips in a bruising kiss. Troy whimpered into his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut tightly, but his body didn’t fight back. The poppers had done their work, and the line between pleasure and pain had blurred.
Coach Waters’ phone hovered above them, the camera lens a cold, unblinking eye and Ryan knew that every second of their humiliation was being recorded. Troy’s tongue danced with his, a silent plea for mercy or perhaps for more of the sweet oblivion that the coach had promised.
"Take it, you little whore," the coach grunted, his massive body slamming into Troy with the force of a sledgehammer. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed through across the pool, punctuated by the slap of the coach’s balls against Troy’s ass and the wet, obscene noises of his cock sliding in and out of Troy’s violated hole. The words came out in panting bursts, "You love this, don’t you? Being used like cheap meat for my pleasure."
"Yes, sir."
Troy’s response was muffled by Ryan’s mouth, but the desperate, needy moan that vibrated through his body told a story of its own. His eyes fluttered open and met Ryan’s, a silent scream for help lost in the fog of the drugs and the overwhelming sensation of the coach’s thick member pounding into him.
Coach Waters felt his orgasm building, his heavy breathing becoming more ragged as he neared the edge. The water in the pool sloshed around them, a rhythmic counterpoint to the slap of his body against Troy’s. The boy’s hole was a vice around his cock, clenching and releasing in an involuntary dance that brought him closer and closer to climax.
With a bestial roar, Coach released his load deep into Troy’s bowels. The boy’s body tensed as he was flooded with the coach’s hot, thick seed. The coach’s hand tightened around the base of Troy’s cock, preventing him from cumming. The look on Troy’s face was a mix of pain, pleasure, and utter defeat.
“Now, you take it, you little slut! Take it all! Show Daddy how much you love it!” Coach shouted, his voice echoing off the tiles of the empty pool.
Ryan watched, his eyes darting back and forth between the coach’s pleasure contorted face and Troy’s tear-stained cheeks.
As the coach’s roar of pleasure subsided, he slowly withdrew his cock from Troy’s ravaged hole. The sound of their bodies parting was obscene in the quietness of the pool area. The boy’s ass was red and swollen, a stark contrast to the coach’s glistening black shaft. A thick rope of cum connected them for a brief moment before it snapped and fell on the floor with a plop.
"Now thank me faggot. Thank me for my cum." Coach said to Troy.
"Thank you, coach," Troy whimpered, his voice cracking from the pain and humiliation. The words hung in the air, a pathetic testament to his new reality. "Thank you for filling me up, for making me feel like a real slut."
“Youre welcome boy. Now, push it out, faggot. Show us all how much you liked that cock in your pussy.” The coach’s voice was like a serpent’s hiss, cold and unfeeling.
Troy’s body, trembling from the intense orgasm, obeyed the command. He pushed with all his might, his cheeks puffing out as he tried to expel every last drop of the coach’s cum from his ravaged insides. The coach’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the boy’s anguished expression.
“Good boy, that’s it. Show us that cock-loving cunt of yours. You’re going to be my little spunk receptacle from now on, aren’t you?”
Troy’s face was a masquerade of pain, pleasure, and utter disgust as he lay on the couch legs spread wide. He pushed hard, the coach’s semen leaking out of him like thick, white lava. The smell of sex and chlorine filled the air, a pungent reminder of their depravity. Ryan watched, his own cock still hard and unsatisfied, as he was forced to witness this degradation.
The coach’s camera, ever present, zoomed in on the gaping, cum-filled hole that was once Troy’s dignity. The lens captured every glistening drop that oozed out of him, his muscular body trembling with each contraction. The coach’s beefy hand reached out to cup Troy’s cheek, his thick fingers smearing the cum around his mouth as a grotesque smile played on the older man’s lips.
“Now, Ryan, don’t just stand there. Get over here and clean up his mess. That’s what besfriends do, isn’t it?” The coach’s voice was a mix of amusement and malice, his eyes never leaving the camera as he watched Ryan’s expression fall even further.
Ryan’s stomach churned with a mix of fear and disgust, but he knew better than to argue. He slowly approached Troy, who was still sprawled out on the couch, his legs still shaking. Troy’s eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of pure humiliation. The coach’s cum was still dripping out of him, making a wet, sticky sound with every contraction of his sphincter.
"Open you eyes faggot! And pull your head up. Youre gonna watch him do it!" Coach orders to Troy.
With a deep, resigned sigh, Ryan knelt down and stuck his tongue out. He tentatively touched the tip to Troy’s still-twitching hole, the taste of salt and musk hitting him immediately. He felt his own cock twitch in response, and he hated himself for it. The coach chuckled from behind the camera, his voice echoing off the tiles of the pool area.
"Look into his eyes, boy," Coach Waters barked, his breath hot on the back of Ryan's neck.
Ryan looked up, his gaze locking with Troy's, who was forced to watch the whole degrading spectacle. Tears streamed down Troy's cheeks as Ryan's tongue delved into the depths of his violated ass, cleaning out the coach's seed with a sickening slurp. The taste was a mix of chemical bitterness and something primal that Ryan's mouth had never encountered before.
"Isn't he just the best little cum-slurping whore?"
Coach taunted Troy, his voice thick with lust.
"Thank him clean your ass out, boy,"
Troy's face was a picture of utter defeat as he felt the coach's hot breath on his neck. He couldn't believe he was being forced to endure this in front of his best friend, but the fear of his secret being revealed to the entire school kept him compliant. He managed to choke out the words, "Thank you, Ryan," his voice barely a whisper.
Ryan, his face flushed with embarrassment, didn't dare to look up from his task. He knew the coach was enjoying every second of their degradation. The taste of cum was still in his mouth, and he could feel the man's eyes on him, watching his every move. He continued to lap at Troy's ass, trying to be as thorough as possible, despite the bile rising in his throat.
Coach then finally turned of the recording.
With a gruff grunt, Coach grabbed Ryan by the back of his neck and yanked him Ryans cum-covered face away from Troy's exposed body. "That's enough," he growled, his grip like iron.
Coach then spun Troy around back into his original postion, but his head wasnt dangling of the edge, rather it was just sitting on it.
"You know what time it is, boy?" The coach said with a sickening smile.
"No, sir," Troy mumbled, his voice cracking.
Coach Waters chuckled, his beady eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "It's time for you to show me how much you appreciate me, boy," he said, reaching for the bottle of poppers. "You're going to lick my ass clean while Ryan here shows me what a good little cocksucker he's become."
Coach shoved the bottle into Ryan's nose. The potent fumes made the teenager's eyes water and his head swim. He felt his body betraying him, his cock swelling despite his revulsion. The coach knew exactly what he was doing; the poppers were a cheap trick to lower inhibitions and make the boys more malleable to his will.
Ryan's watched as Coach straddled Troy's face, pressing his massive, hairy cheeks onto the teen's nose and mouth. The stench of his unwashed asshole filled Troys senses, a testament to the depravity of the situation. Despite his urge to vomit. Troy had no choice but to comply, as Coach rocked back and forth with a sadistic grin.
Troy tried to not vomit from the disgusting taste and smell of coachs hairy and incredibly sweaty, fat ass. He tried to focus on anything but the impending violation, his eyes flickering to the side, searching for a way out that wasn't there. His face was completely mashed in Coachs ass, neither seeing nor smelling anything else.
Meanwhile Ryan took a deep breath and braced himself before plunging his mouth down on the coach's thick, black cock. He had never taken anything so large before, and the sensation of it filling his throat made him gag. But he knew better than to resist; the coach had made it clear that disobedience would lead to far worse consequences.
Coach was in seventh heaven, looking down at his two new toys, both slurping up a storm, he felt blessed. Neither Troy nor Ryan will be moving from their current position for quite a while since now that coach has been drained twice already, his next load wont be coming anytime soon.
"This is going to be a good weekend." Coach thought to himself with a deep sigh.
