Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2008 19:48:48 EDT
From: F27S@aol.com
Subject: Coach Part 2

I laid on the floor for a few minutes unsure of what just happened to me
then realized that I had to get up, and quickly.  I jumped to my feet,
though still lightheaded, and grabbed some Kleenexes to wipe myself and the
area underneath the chalkboard free of cum.  That day I was a mess.  I
threw out my original lesson plans and gave my students a writing
assignment, so I wouldn't have to do any actual teaching.  I avoided Coach
physically that day.  I couldn't face him -- the sheer embarrassment of
what he'd done to me, what he'd made me.  Then again, had he made me
anything I wasn't already?

That evening I had very little time for Sophia because I now had to grade
all the writing assignments I'd given that day as well as grade papers for
Coach.  Strangely, as I graded Coach's papers I got so hard I couldn't
stand it.  It was as if he was dominating me from a distance.  Sitting in
my own home I was his bitch submissively doing his bidding.  I thought
about taking my sexual frustration out on Sophia, but I couldn't wait.  I
ran to the bathroom and began to masturbate with more passion than I could
have had having sex with my wife.  I thought about his big feet being
massaged and envisioned me massaging them.  My mind turned to his grip on
my shoulder, then the feeling of him pressing me against the chalkboard and
jacking me off.  In under a minute I was spraying my load.

The next morning I cleared my head and headed for work.  I went to the
mailroom first as I was ordered to put the papers in Coach's box.  When I
walked in I found him standing in front of my box delivering today's bitch
work.  He turned around when I entered and grinned.  "God, his smile is so
beautiful" I thought to myself.  He was dressed more formally today in gray
dress slacks and a white shirt and tie.  Still his muscled body was so
pronounced.  There was no hiding it.

"Just put those in my box.  I'll get `em later.  I'm sure there are no
errors.  That would make me look bad."  His pecs bounced.  Did he do that
on purpose to tease me or do they just do that inadvertently?  "You don't
want me to look bad, do you boy?"

"No... there are no errors.  I double checked everything."  I looked down
for a moment then began scanning the names to find his box.  Carlson was
the top box on the second row.  I reached to put the papers in, but it was
just slightly out of my reach.  Then suddenly it wasn't out of my reach at
all.  Coach grabbed the back of my pants with one hand, steadied me by
placing his other on my chest and manhandled me into the air well above his
box.  I stood there shaking, my cock immediately hard and leaking.  My hand
shook so violently I had to concentrate to put he papers in his box.  As
soon as the papers were safely in the box Coach lowered me to the floor.  I
was surprised at how gently he lowered me and at the same time I longed to
still be in his grip.  I turned and looked up at him... past his massive
pecs and thick neck and into his piercing eyes.  I could see that to him I
was a plaything, a useful tool.  I loved it.

I took the papers Coach left for me and scurried out of the mailroom.  My
cock was leaking precum violently and I had a whole day of interaction with
students ahead of me.  Still every moment that my mind was not occupied
with teaching, it was occupied by this massive, beautiful teacher who had
taken control of me so easily.

I didn't see Coach the rest of that day or week.  Every day I found a new
batch of papers to grade and climbed to his mailbox to deliver the old
ones.  I always made sure I did this at a time that the mailroom was empty
so that no one would question what was going on.  After a few days of not
seeing him I began to go to the teacher's lounge for lunch, but it always
seemed he was in another lounge or part of the school.  Still, when I
graded his papers I was under his dominion.  Holding my red pen in my hand,
I felt crushed against the chalkboard once again -- completely helpless.
The time it took to grade Coach's paper increased every day it seemed.
Apparently since he didn't have to worry about grading papers or typing
lesson plans (this was added on day three), he could afford to be a more
demanding teacher.  As thrilling as it was to be dominated by this god, it
was taking a toll on the time I had to spend with my new wife.  Sophia took
it in stride, however, very proud of her new teacher-hubby.

I saw Coach again the following week on a Wednesday.  I was heading back to
my room after running to the cafeteria to grab a bagged lunch.  I was in
such a hurry that morning that I'd forgotten the lunch that Sophia had
prepared for me.  It was her day off from work at the hospital (she's a
nurse if I hadn't mentioned), so I didn't want to inconvenience her by
calling and asking her to bring me something.  Cafeteria food isn't that
bad anyway.  As I neared the room I heard Coach's voice.  Immediately I was
aroused.  Once again I was going to get to see my musclegod dominator.  My
mind envisioned him throwing me against the desk or pushing me against the
wall again and jacking my little penis with his huge hand.  Who was he
talking to in my room, though?

"I'm so glad to find that Jason's made a friend here."  Fuck!  That was
Sophia's voice.  I entered the room to find him sitting on the desk
chatting with my wife.  "Jay, you forgot your lunch.  I was running errands
and thought I'd bring it to you.  Coach was just telling me what good
friends you've become.  And you haven't said a word to me about him?"

"I... I... you know how I don't like to talk work at home, sweetheart."  It
was all I could think to say.

"Well..." Coach put his large hand on Sophia's shoulder.  "There'll be no
work talk this Friday.  I insist."

"Friday?"  What the fuck was he talking about?

"Sophia just invited me to dinner this Friday.  I can't wait.  It's been so
long since I've had a home cooked meal."  He winked to me and smiled to
Sophia.  She placed her hand on his elbow.  The sight of the two of them
there was amazing.  She was so small and petite, far too sexy for me.  He
was so strong, masculine, more than enough of a man for her.

"I'm gonna run.  Throw that lunchroom bag away.  Your lunch is on the desk.
See you Friday, Coach."  She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me as she
exited.  I stood there so still, mesmerized by the shock of finding the two
objects of my sexual desire together in the same room.  Coach walked to the
door and looked down the hall as Sophia turned the corner out of his sight.

"Nice!  What the fuck did you do to land that, you little fag?  Can you
even get it up for a woman?"  He placed his hand on my chest and pushed me
against the wall.  "We have a problem, fucktard.  You made a mistake on one
of my papers.  A kid brought his test back to me today bitching because he
should have scored three fucking points higher.  I don't like being
corrected by students, so we've got to find a way to punish you so you'll
be more careful from now on."

"Listen, Coach, I'm really sorry.  It won't..."  He reached down and
grabbed my balls, squeezing them so hard I couldn't speak, just gasp in
pain.

"I know it won't happen again."  He released my balls and hoisted me into
the air by my belt with one hand.  "You're gonna need to tell Sophia that
you fell to explain the bruises."  There was a loud crash as I went hurling
through the air and onto my student desks.  I laid there for about five
minutes as Coach left the room.  Finally I got up and composed myself.  I
went to my desk to try to eat my lunch.  It was gone.

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