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One more he tested the restraints holding his wrists and ankles tethered apart, but of course it was of no use. The doctor has tested this to make sure it was beyond the strength of even this young gargantuan. Perspiration glistened from every taut muscle of the ripped quarterback, making his captivity all the more … beautiful. If only he hadn't allowed himself to be lured to this unknown laboratory where he's watched from the shadows as his coach, Mike Capiletti had been similarly bound. He's laughed as he watched his Coach humiliated: force-milked to orgasm, pushed over the edge of orgasm by the insertion of a man's cock in his ass. It was only then that Cooper realized why he's been brought there -- they want me to breed Coach's ass too! Cooper thought about this, for just a moment, before deciding -- fuck yeah I'm gonna bust deep in that hairy italian hole too and quickly signed on to to humiliate his coach.

Mike Capiletti's dick was being manipulated and his cum cultivated and sold to some very rich clients, women whose husbands could not impregnate tham and who had no intention of letting some low-class jock fuck them. They lay on a gurney, just out of sight, legs spread, a tube leading from their pussies to the milking device several hundred yards away which was connected to the thick uncut cock of the super-potent football coach who'd made the mistake of bragging about his potency, his family of six, and the many girls who'd found themselves, well-seeded, with a decision to make. Mike had more than enough time to think through his guilt as again and again the silicon sleeve milked him over the course of several hours to teasing multiple orgasms of at least nine of pure protein blasts, pneumatically shot fresh and hot into the waiting cunts of a bevy of the mysterious doctor's VERY rich clients.

Cooper had been told that some football scout was going to be at this address, and to meet his Coach here. Instead, he's watched the arrogant coach forced to fuck the milking device over and over as first a dildo, then a fuck-machine and finally the doctor's own cock had breeched his anus, pressuring his prostate into orgasms that were successively more and more mind-blowing. Now, Cooper realized, it was his turn. invited to ride his Coach's ass at the coaxing of the young doctor in the fertilization lab, he slammed his coach without mercy. Though his Coach pleaded with him not to go through with it, Coop took special pleasure in slamming his red-hot eight-incher up into the prone Coach's hairy chasm. The final ass-blistering thrusts directly against the Coach's prostate caused the tethered, weeping muscle-god, whose cock was attached to a milking machine, to pump nearly a dozen blasts of potent cum into the pneumatic tube that air-blasted his sperm-rich jism into the waiting pussy of a rich woman in another waiting room.

To add to his humilation, Cooper had pulled out of the Coach's ass at the last minute, brought his dick to Mike Capiletti's face, forced him to open wide, and hosed more than a dozen hot blasts of white-hot cum into his Coach's mouth and across his face. He laughed as he watched the mouth of Coach Cap, as they called him in school, fill up until cum was overflowing his lips. "Swallow it, bitch" Cooper had ordered him, and he relished the site of the Coach struggling to swallow it all.

At the sight of Cooper's copious load, and impressed with the youth and virility of the young man, the doctor had quickly and stealthily drugged the young stud and prepared the boy. The Doctor took out a large mortar and pestle. He then took a bottle from the shelf, and showed it to the young man. It was marked Viagra.

“The usual dosage is 50 mg” he told the tethered boy.

The doctor emptied the pills into the bowl, about 40 of them.

“I’ll be applying 2000 mgs to you” he smiled

The metal pestle ground the diamond-shaped pills into fine blue dust. He took another bottle from the shelf. This too he showed it to the bound football player. It was marked Flunitrazepam.

“Huh?” Cooper uttered.

“Roofies,” the doctor said with a chuckle.

The mixture was painted over Cooper's erogenous zones -- earlobes, neck, armpits, nipples, abs, obliques (or cum-gutters). The doctor had taken special pleasure in peeling back the football stud's foreskin, painting the super-sensitive cock-knob, and then rolling the foreskin forward again.

With Cooper, prepped, the silicon milking sleeve was applied to his cock. With the press of a button, it suctioned tight around the 8 inch phallus like a second skin and began to heat up. another button pressed, and the sleeve began to grip and relax around the cock, caressing it with JUST enough pressure to keep him hard, horny, on the EDGE of orgasm without ever cresting. Every thirst seconds the sleeve oozed heated oil around his cock, keeping his powerful dick well lubricated. The doctor decided to allow Cooper to experience this…pleasure…for thirty minutes.

His face was flushed, cheeks red, sweat dripping from his neck down over his powerful chest. Cooper's nipples stood out hard, pink, barely a shade darker than his skin, but stiff as pebbles. The doctor delighted in tracing his thumb and forefingers over their fleshy hardness, pinching them ever so softly to produce a moan. The doctor wondered if any of Cooper's girlfriends knew just how much he secretly loved his little titpoints teased and played with.

"Fuck man, please…let me cum," Cooper McLaughlin moaned.

"I can't allow street language, here, Cooper. I'm sure you can appreciate that my clients are very rich and very sophisticated. I'm afraid, you will have yo be punished."

That had been the scene that immediately preceded this moment. Now Cooper stood naked, bound, glistening with sweat. He knew what was about to happen.

"I'm really sorry, sir," he said in his most sincere tone, "please forgive me for using filthy language. I'm not used to being around classy people. I acted like a real asshole."

He heard the word in his head a moment before it slipped from his lips and tried to stop himself, but it was too late.

His thoughts were broken by a large SWISHING sound through the air, inches from his face.

"Silence," the doctor called out. But it was not he who had broken the air, just inches from his face, with the rattan cane. He saw two large hands gripping it, but the man stood in the shadows.

"The usual punishment for disrespect is five lashes, but since you continue the disrespect with your mocking words, I will up the punishment to seven!"

"No, dude, please."

SWIIIIIISSSSH. Cane made brutal contact with flesh and the boy howled in pain. A large red stripe appeared on the underside of the quarterbacks bubble-shaped ass. The whipped flesh looked oddly… appealing … the boys golden fur standing out in contrast to the crimson streak.

Tears streamed down Cooper's face. "God, please. No more."

"Blasphemy," cried the doctor.

SWIIIIIISSSSH. And a companion stripe sliced across the top of the boys ass- globes.

"Anything ….please… no more…" the boy sobbed.

"Well maybe just one more…", the doctor chuckled.

SWIIIIIISSSSH. A third stripe criss-crossed the top of the boys ass-globes.

The boy sagged in the restrains, broken, unwilling or unable to stand erect. Ironically, his cock had no problem with that. Still attached to the electronic milker, Cooper's erection was unaffected by the pain. If anything, it was strangely harder.

"Shall I show mercy?" The doctor toyed.

"Yes, please!!!"

"Are you prepared to trade something pummeling the outside of your ass for something pummeling the INSIDE of it?"

"Yes dude, yes, just no more lashed with that cane!!!" the sobbing boy pleaded. That pain had been unlike any he'd experienced. He'd expected the doctor to fuck him, when he heard the cane drop to the floor and roll to his feet. From the shadow stepped the strong man who had flogged him … Coach Mike Capiletti.

His 19" biceps were pumped and vascular. The Italian's chest was covered with dense fur, perspiration glistening on the olive skin below. His fat, purple cock was rock hard, though his foreskin still clung to the tip. Only a hint of the scarlet knob, red-hot and moist, teased its way into view.

"I'm…I'm sorry Coach…he TOLD me to…"

"The fuck he did!" Coach Cap snarled at his squirming quarterback. he took the perfect, melon-shaped globes in his over sized hands. They still stung from the caning. Coach Cap spread them, spit into his palm, and worked three fingers up Cooper's ass.

The boy stood on tip toe, wildly trying to pull free, and Mike Cappiletti laughed.

"I'm doing this for your own good, but if you want to take my dick dry and unprepared, that's your call"

The coach stepped behind Cooper, pulled his fingers from the gaping hole and RAMMED his cock deep into the boy's bowls in one thrust.

In a split second, Cooper was wishing he'd chosen the caning.

Coach Cap laid his furry chest against the boy's sweaty back, and whispered in the his ear, "I'm known for my staying power, so this is gonna take a nice long time."

As the Italian stud rage-raped his quarterback, the doctor was grateful that he had five clients lined up for the evening. This was going to be a very profitable session. In the room grunts and barely audible pleading mixed with the hum of an automated milking machine that caressed Cooper's cock over and over.