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He was working his fingers in and out and stroking his hand up and down while his love slave squirmed about and moaned. Tommy was pushing his fingers in this way then that way, trying to feel as much of Coach's insides as possible, suddenly Coach let out a louder moan and reared his ass back onto the invading hand. Tommy shoved his fingers in the same way again and was rewarded with a repeat performance by the coach. 'Well what do you know...Coach has a love button.' Tommy was in awe over the power he held over this doped up Demi-God. Continuing to hit the same spot over and over again Tommy added a third finger. Though Coach's ass lips were clutching at his hand he was able to work his three thick digits in and out of the ass with relative ease. Coach's moans were continuous and growing louder. Tommy was straining to keep Coach's hard as steel prick pulled all the was back while stroking it's length. Coach's ass was squeezing and clutching at the invading fingers. Tommy decided to add a fourth finger. Pulling the three fingers out, Tommy added the fourth to the group. Pressing all four fingers together Tommy shoved forward with a twisting motion. The hot wet asshole accepted the fingers, and Tommy shoved inward passed the first knuckles and just up and over the second set of knuckles. Then Coach's ass lips clamped down hard refusing to open any wider. Coach's moans cut short and his hips stopped gyrating. Tommy slid his hand up to the base of Coach's pole and grabbed on tight. Then he strained forward with his other hand, determined to open up that hot ass even further. Pushing with all his might Tommy's fingers slid in up to, then past his last set of knuckles. Tommy couldn't believe it! Coach's hot sucking ass lips were wrapped around his hand! He pushed his hand in as far as he could, his thumb stopping him from going any further. Coach was groaning loudly, his hips gyrating wildly. Only this time Coach was trying to get away from whatever was impaling his ass. Tommy held him in place by gripping tightly at Coach's still-hard meat. Twisting his hand first right then left, Tommy started opening up the hot love hole. His hand felt like it was in a vise grip, but Tommy was determined to have his way. He pulled his hand out till only his fingertips remained inside Coach, and then he forced his hand back inside. Coach let out a grunt-like yelp and tried to pull himself off of the hand. Tommy ignored Coach's efforts to escape, instead he started twisting his hand again, left and right, working on loosening up that fuck hole. Again he pulled his hand out and pushed it back in, twisted it around then started over again. Out, in, twist, out, in, twist, Tommy watched his hand disappear up Coach's bubble butt, the whole time holding the struggling man in place by his death grip on Coach's cock. He kept this up, minute after minute, and finally the tight little asshole seemed to loosen up a bit. As Coach's struggles diminished, Tommy kept his hand-fuck going hard and steady. Squishing his fingers far up into Coach's hot love-hole, he felt the moist ass lips wrapped around his palm, sucking at his hand as if begging for more. Tommy decided to give that hot hole more! Bringing his thumb around he pressed it against the moist lips wrapped around his palm. Pushing inward, Tommy worked his thumb up along side his fingers. He stared down at his hand mostly embedded up that muscular jock-butt, only the thick base of his hand was not yet inside that ass. Shoving forward with all his might he forced the abused ass lips to open even further to allow the rest of his hand inside. Coach's ass lips wrapped around Tommy's wrist. Tommy's hand was on fire; Coach's ass was an incinerator. Coach lay passively on the bench, his ass slightly raised and still barely gyrating. His moans and groans had subsided to unintelligible mutterings. Through this ordeal his cock remained rock-hard. Tommy loosened his grip on Coach's meat and started stroking his hand up and down the length of the huge fuck pole. His other hand was still inside of Coach and he started spreading his fingers out, feeling around. He kept this up for awhile, stroking the thick cock and exploring the hot hole. Coach started to respond. He started letting out low throaty moans and his hips started to move up and down in order to fuck the fist wrapped around his dick. Tommy was pleased and he sped up his stroking motion. Shaping his other hand into a cone he slowly withdrew it from Coach's ass, then he reversed motion and slowly forced it back up and into the waiting ass. Coach's moans grew and his blood-engorged cock was now emitting precum. Again Tommy withdrew and re-inserted his hand; it was easier this time he noted. He could tell that Coach was getting ready to shoot his load, Coach's cock was as hard as steel and his moans were louder and continuous. Tommy started twisting his hand in and out of Coach's willing hole, giving the stunned jock a fist fucking he would never forget. Coach's body reacted to the sudden increase in fist fucking; his muscles started to jerk about and spasm. Tommy felt Coach's ass lips clamp down on his hand but he ignored it and continued to fuck his cone-shaped hand in and out of the hot ass. He also increased his beating of Coach's meat, his fist becoming a blur. "Aaahhh...aaahhh...aaahhh", Coach let out grunt-like yells as his two meaty balls pulled up tight in their sac. This is it, Tommy thought, Coach is gonna lose his load. Continuing to stroke with one hand, he shoved his other hand deep up Coach's ass and held it there. "Aaahhh...aaahhh... . AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH", Coach let loose, shooting load upon load out of his swollen cock head. Tommy watched the geyser of cum shooting out and hitting the bench, forming a huge pool of thick gooey cum. He kept on stroking the cock as Coach came again and again, shooting out load upon load of cum. As he came, Coach's ass was clamping down on, then releasing, Tommy's hand. Finally Coach's orgasm ended and he collapsed onto the bench, twitching like the spent stud that he was. Tommy released Coach's cock and withdrew his hand from Coach's ass. Both his hands were slim covered with either cum or cum and ass juice. He reached forward and wiped them off on Coach's meaty, hairy bubble-butt cheeks. Tommy spread the ass cheeks wide and checked out Coach's red and puffy asshole. It was no longer a tiny little rosebud, now it was no longer even closing up all the way. The cum-filled hole looked abused, it was leaking out juices that dribbled down onto Coach's thick trunk-like thighs. "You've been a bad boy, Coach, turning your hairy little hole into a sloppy cunt", Tommy admonished, "you're gonna have to be punished for this, you know." Standing up, Tommy grabbed his towel from the floor to clean his hands off. He stared down at broken body builder and chuckled. Looking around the room for inspiration, he spotted the equipment bin in the corner of the locker room and strolled on over to it. He reached down into the bin riffling through it. He moved some items aside and pulled a few items out that he thought he might be able to use. He carried his load into the Coach's office, which was right off the locker room, and dumped it on the floor. Staring at Coach's large, heavy oak desk, a plan began to form. He smiled, reached out and swept everything off the desk with a crash. Now all he needed was one more item to start the next round of fun. Tommy headed back to the locker room to get Coach. He found Coach sitting up on the bench, looking dazed and confused. Tommy gleefully noted that Coach was now sitting in the pool of his own cum. "Hey stud, how're ya feeling?" he chirped. Coach replied with a "Whua?" as Tommy grabbed hold of his head, one hand full of thick hair, and pulled his head back. He stared down into the handsome face of his captive slave, noticing for the first time Coach's thick, sensuous lips. Leaning down into him, Tommy pressed his lips against Coach's. It was a strange sensation to kiss a man; Tommy felt the stubble of Coach's five-o'clock shadow grating against his lips. He pushed his tongue through the succulent lips then used it to force Coach's mouth open. He explored the mouth with his long probing tongue, swiping back and forth and all around. Coach let out a moan and Tommy returned one of his own while working his tongue against Coach's. Coach responded to the deep kiss by pressing his tongue against and twirling it around the thick meaty tongue invading his mouth. Tommy sucked and gently chewed on the dueling tongue, released it then sucked and chewed on the pouty lips, finally breaking free to come up for some air. With lust-filled eyes he stared down at his studly captive, wanting to devour him whole. He sat on the bench facing Coach and wrapped his arms around his waist and leaned forward until his lips were wrapped around one of Coach's thick nipples. He began to lick and suck and chew on the hard nubbin, sucking with all of his might and working it between his sharp teeth. He bit down on it and Coach reacted quickly and violently, shoving Tommy back off of him and jumping to his feet with a cry. Tommy was stunned to see Coach fighting back with such strength. Coach staggered backwards until his legs tangled and he fell to the floor. He was pushing himself away from the approaching youth, his back sliding against the cold tile as he croaked, "no...no more..." "But we're not done yet, baby. The party's just begun and I've got a lot more fun things planned." He brought his foot down quickly between the outspread legs, crushing Coach's nuts with his well-placed heel. Now that should take the fight out of him for the time being, he thought as he watched the stunned older man writhed about on the tiled floor. Straddling him, Tommy sat on Coach, grabbed his 18-inch boulder sized biceps and pinned him to the ground. "Now I believe I was working on your tits before I was interrupted", he spat out, then he started back by chewing on the other heaving pec. Coach lay underneath his student, writhing about but unable to buck Tommy off of him. His pecs were chewed on, sucked on and bitten as he struggled. His nipples were given the same treatment until they stood out, throbbing with pain. Tommy looked down at his handiwork, Coach's chest was covered with bite marks and his nipples were engorged. And so was Tommy's dick. Keeping the coach pinned down by his arms, he started rubbing his thick piece of meat over the hairy, abused chest. Coach let out whelps of pain every time Tommy's dick slid over one of his sore nubs. Tommy continued to rub his cock over Coach's body, working his way lower. Soon his thick swollen member was rubbing over Coach's sculptured abs. With his hands still wrapped around the bulging biceps, he got himself into push-up position and began dry humping Coach's washboard stomach. He worked himself lower, pushing his legs in between Coach's, forcing Coach's legs open and apart. He released Coach's arms and knelt between his legs. Slipping his hands underneath Coach's knees, he lifted up the semi-conscious stud's legs. He pressed the knees forward into Coach's chest and looked down at the hot man-pussy that his cock was longing to visit again. Coach began to move underneath him and Tommy knew he had to move swiftly before Coach got his strength back. He positioned his bulbous cock head against the moist, loose lips of Coach's man cunt and, looking down into Coach's face, he speared himself forward, impaling himself completely in one thrust. Coach began to twist and shout, his yells echoing off the locker room walls. Tommy held on, doing his best to keep Coach's knees pinned to his chest. Once again his cock was engulfed in the moist clutching heat of this stud's man pussy. Tommy thrust and fucked with all his might while Coach wailed about trying to buck him off. This went on for about a minute, Tommy impaling his fuck stick again and again into Coach's ass, when Coach let out a roar and twisted to his side throwing the young stud off. Tommy was not pleased, but he realized it was time to move on to the next phase of his plan. He walked over to Coach, who was struggling to stand and he reached down to help. Clamping down on Coach's sore nipples, Tommy pulled the well-fucked jock to his feet. Pressing upward with all his might, Tommy lifted the struggling, screaming stud muffin up on to his tiptoes. He released the nipples and quickly reached down and grabbed hold of Coach's swaying cock and ball. Holding Coach's thick piece of meat and two hairy balls in both of his hands, Tommy squeezed with all of his might. He also lifted upward, keeping Coach on his tiptoes. Using this method he pulled the muscle-bound hunk into his office. He sat his slave boy down on the big oak desk and continued to squeeze and tug on the pliable meat being crushed in his fists. He opened his hands, pushed Coach's cock to the side and cradled his big balls in one hand. Bringing his other hand up high he swung it down to connect with the hairy balls in his other palm. SWHACKKK!! Coach howled and bent forward. Tommy turned him around and pushed him over the desk. Moving quickly, Tommy snatched one of the items he had taken from the equipment bin, a jump rope. He bent down and tied the rope to Coach's ankle then to the desk leg. Pulling the rope under the desk, he wrapped it around the other leg and then around Coach's other ankle. Tommy pulled tight until he had Coach's legs spread as far apart as they would go, then he tied the rope. Grabbing another jump rope from the pile Tommy went around to the front of Coach's desk. He tied Coach's wrists together then he climbed under the desk and tied the two jump ropes together. Standing up he admired the wonderful sight before him. Coach was tied up and helpless, his ass was high in the air, his legs were spread so wide that his big cheeks were pulled apart and Tommy could see his puffy asshole. "Coach, you've been a bad boy, tempting me with that hot pussy of yours. You really are a slut. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for being so bad." Tommy reached down into his pile of goodies and grabbed a ping pong paddle. Staring down at Coach's round hard melons he rubbed the paddle gently over them. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it does me", he warned. Swinging the paddle up high he brought it down hard, aiming for one beautiful butt cheek. WHACK Coach howled and thrashed about. Tommy watched a paddle-sized red mark appear on Coach's perfect cheek. WHACK Now the other cheek was sporting an angry red mark. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. "STOP!..STOP!..STOOOOOOOP!", Coach was screaming as he frantically yanked at his bonds. Tommy watched the meaty ass turn an angry red. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Now Coach's screams were mostly just wails, with an occasional "Pleeeeeaase" thrown in. His body was taunt, every muscle straining to break his bonds. Tommy stood back and admired the view. Coach's ass looked red and abused. Tommy stayed back allowing Coach to catch his breath. Coach's was no longer screaming and his body was beginning to relax. Tommy stepped forward and very gently rubbed the paddle over Coach's scarlet ass. "NOOOOOOOOO!", the tied up stud screamed and he began to struggle violently again. Tommy continued to gently rub the paddle over the burning bubbled Butt cheeks, and he cooed, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh." Coach began quieting down, his screams turning into cries and then into sobs. "Shhhhhhhhhh, there, there", he comforted the sobbing stud. I think he can take one more round. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Tommy's arm was sore so he dropped the paddle. He stood back and waited for Coach to calm down again. His ass was gyrating in the air, as if he was trying to avoid an invisible beating. He was sobbing and begging, "Please, no more......please, please stop.....my ass...no more." His perfect bubble butt was flaming red; the crisscrossing pattern on the ping pong paddled was now embedded on his aching ass. Coach continued sobbing, droning out his pleas for mercy. "I guess you won't be sitting down any time soon, now will you Coach?", Tommy teased. He walked around to the front of the desk, his twelve-inch monster bobbing ahead of him, hard and thick with lust. His cock was coated with ass juice and cum, its head was dripping precum onto the floor. Tommy grabbed a handful of the still sobbing coach's hair and yanked his head up. Coach let out a fear filled yelp. "Listen to me stud, you have two choices. You can suck my dick or I'm gonna pick up that paddle and start whupping on your ass some more." Coach's response was immediate, "Noooooo! Not my ass, please not my ass. Pleeeaaaasssee, not my .." He was cut short by a quick smack to the face. "SHUT UP!!!", Tommy yelled, "What you're gonna do now it wrap those pretty lips around my big dick and start sucking. Do you think you can do that?" Without waiting for a response Tommy pressed his huge cock head against Coach's thick lips. "Mmmmmfffggghh", Coach struggled, refusing to open his mouth. Tommy reached back and smacked one of Coach's burning ass cheeks. That was all the warning Coach needed, he opened his mouth fully and allowed Tommy's cock head to slide in and fill up his mouth. He began to suck on the huge piece of meat in his mouth, working his tongue under it and around it as much as he was able to. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's the way Coach. Move that tongue around, lick that dick", Tommy encouraged. He grabbed the back of Coach's head and pushed his cock into the hot, sexy mouth, stopping when he could go no further, his cock head pressed against an unyielding throat. Coach struggled, frightened by something that large trying to push it's way down his throat. "Mmmmppphhhgggg", he yelled, his eyes bugging out of his head, his lips stretched around Tommy's thick, veiny cock. Tommy relaxed and slid several inches out of Coach's mouth, leaving only his cock head. "Make love to it, bitch. I want to feel your tongue all over it." Coach responded by doing what he was told, sucking and licking all over the lemon-sized cock head filling his mouth. Tommy reveled in the sensations, almost swooning, he grabbed a couple of handful of hair to hold himself up. Pulling his cock completely out of the warm sucking mouth, he waved it about in front of the tied up jock's face. "Stick your tongue out and lick every fucking inch of my fat prick", Tommy ordered, relishing the power he held over the captive hunk. Coach obeyed, lapping away at whatever was put in front of him. Tommy guided the beaten jock's mouth up and down the length of his monstrous fuck stick, loving the feel of Coach's lips and tongue feasting away. "You are such a slut, you whore. You're loving this, aren't you Coach? You've probably wanted my cock the first time you saw it." Tommy ranted as he worked Coach's mouth over the other side of his proud prick. Coach licked and sucked at the meat being offered him, cleaning off the cum and ass juices and leaving behind a layer of saliva. Tommy pushed Coach's head between his legs and ordered, "Lick my balls clean, bitch." Shoving his tongue out, Coach lapped away at the big hairy balls. Tommy groaned with pleasure feeling the loving lashes of Coach's hot tongue cleaning his balls. Looking down at his cock, Tommy didn't think he had ever seen it so large and swollen. He could feel another huge load of cum boiling about in his nuts. He pulled Coach off his nuts and pushed his cock head once again against the cum-slicked lips. "Open up, baby", he cooed as he slid his dick into the warm, waiting mouth. Grabbing on to Coach's ears like they were handles, he began to fuck the mouth. "Uhhggg, uhhggg, uhhggg, uhhggg", Coach started ranting in rhythm with Tommy's fucking. Tommy's cock head was battering against Coach's unyielding throat. He would pull all the way out until he felt Coach's lips lovingly wrapped around his cock head, then he would shove forward and slam into the tight throat. He did this again and again, determined to break down Coach's defenses. With his dick head pressed against the opening to Coach's throat, Tommy moved his hands to the back of Coach's head for better leverage and he began to push himself forward into the virgin throat. Coach's throat opened and Tommy' thick piece of meat slid on in! Tommy felt the clutching throat muscles massaging his cock as he slid inch after inch deep into the chasm, not stopping until Coach's nose was pressed up against his pubes. Coach went ballistic!! It felt like someone had shoved their fist down his throat! His whole body jerked about as he struggled against the ropes that bound him. Tommy held the fighting stud's head tightly in his crotch, enjoying the sensations running up and down his engulfed fuck pole. He could feel his nut juice churning about and decided that now was the time to start fucking. He pulled his meat out of the constricting tightness and allowed Coach to heave in a huge breath of air before fucking forward again, deep into Coach's pumped up chest. Coach continued to struggle, adding to Tommy's pleasure as he fucked Coach's throat. Now he was pulling his cock out all the way until Coach's lips were wrapped around his cock head and then slamming forward until Coach's nose was butted up against his pubes. He did this again and again, his balls swinging up to smack Coach in the chin. Coach's throat was squeezing his cock, trying to get him to cum quickly, but Tommy wasn't ready yet. He wanted to continue fucking that hot mouth and throat! He loved the feel of Coach's stretched-to-the-limit lips wrapped around his thick love pole! He loved the grunts and moans and slurping sounds that Coach was making! He loved the feel of his long, hard fuck pole completely embedded in this bound-up butch stud's hot, clutching throat!! Holding Coach's head tightly to his crotch, Tommy began grinding his hips against Coach's handsome face. Tommy felt his cock swell up, forcing the throat surrounding it to widen even more, and his nuts pull up close to his body. "This is it, baby", he gasped as his hot cum shot up his fucpole and flooded Coach's throat and stomach. "OH, OH, OHHH, OHHHH", he yelled in the throes of his orgasm, and he began to fuck Coach's face with a fury. Shooting load upon load he coated Coach's innards with slimy hot cum. Having no other choice, Coach swallowed every last drop. With his orgasm coming to an end his fucking slowed down, finally stopping with himself buried deeply inside Coach. Pulling his quickly deflating throat fucker from the tight confines of Coach's mouth, he sat down on Coach's chair and caught his breath. He noticed that Coach wasn't struggling any more. In fact, he wasn't moving at all. Tommy leaped from the chair, "Oh my God, I killed him!" He checked Coach's pulse, relief flooding his being as he realized that the studly older man wasn't dead, he had just passed out, probably from lack of oxygen. Noticing what time it was, Tommy went to the showers to clean up. Reemerging ten minutes later the freshly scrubbed and clothed youth checked in on his coach once more before leaving. Coach lay passed out on his desk, still bound and snoring lightly. Walking around the desk Tommy admired his work. Cum was dripping from Coach's puffy, snoring lips. His ass was round and jutting up high, as if to defy gravity, and it was covered with red paddled-shaped welts. His asshole was stretched and puffy, also dripping cum down his powerful legs and onto the floor. Tommy noticed the last item that he had taken from the equipment bin. Leaning over he picked up the bowling pin. It felt solid and heavy in his hand. With a smile on his angelic face, Tommy pushed the tip of the bowling pin into Coach's abused asshole. It slipped in easy enough, so Tommy kept pushing. When it reached half way Coach let out a groan as his asshole was stretched tightly around the girth of the bowling pin. Tommy kept pushing. Inch after inch disappeared up the abused hole. Finally Tommy was satisfied, only about three inches of white bowling pin was visible, jutting out of Coach's ass like a deformed tail. Tommy headed on home, leaving Coach trussed up and stuffed. He wondered who would find Coach like that and he had to let out a giggle. He had learned a lot today and he was looking forward to using it again, why there was a lot of studs on campus, both students and faculty. Tommy smiled, dreaming about a bright tomorrow.