Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2021 00:47:24 +0800 From: Fist Bump Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Aaaaaand here's another one. Because you all are awesome readers. I hope you like the new character! He's the man of my dreams personally. If you enjoyed my story, don't hesitate to email me - supbrodie101@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty. It's an incredible site and it needs your money and support to keep it going. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My heart was pounding in my chest as he strode towards the field. Coach Tyler didn't even look back to see if I was following. What the well was I thinking? Challenging him in a race? But I can't take anything back now, I have to finish what I stupidly started. It occurred to me that I have never seen Coach Tyler run. In the few weeks I've trained with the team, not once did he give us any demonstrations. So I didn't know how he moved. Is he fast? Having a lot of bulk in his body was surely a disadvantage. His six foot four, two hundred twenty pound frame isn't exactly what you call a runner's build. Compared to my lean frame, I'm a lot quicker. It's simple aerodynamics. I got this, I thought to myself. I'm going to beat Coach Tyler and make him pay for all the bullying he did. All those taunting and harassment, finally some payback. But what if he wins? A voice said in my mind, which I immediately blocked. No, if someone's winning it's me. I refuse to lose to this arrogant dick. We got to the field and took our lanes beside each other in the starting lines. He looked at me with determined eyes. "One lap. First one to cross this line wins. Remember the deal, Lucas." I didn't bother responding, I simply nodded. I was gathering focus, centering myself once more as I slowly got in my zone. It was getting dark out in the field, the sun had already set and in a few minutes it will be impossible to see anything. We have to do this now. "On your marks..." he said. We got into position and stared ahead. And as I assumed the starting position my mind reverted back to this morning. There was the same feeling of reverence, being just the two people in the field, it was peacefully quiet. I felt the chill breeze of the evening touch my skin, the cold track as my hands touched it. "Get set..." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt the blood pumping through my veins. I was back in my zone. "Go!" And we ran. Unlike the race before, this time I completely remembered every second of it. I remembered exactly the sound of our feet as we propelled from our starting blocks, I remembered hearing Coach Tyler's rapid, controlled breaths that were almost synchronized to my own. I remembered the cold wind as it bit my skin. I heard the blood pumping in my ears, and every thud, as our feet hit the track. And I distinctly remembered the moment I saw Coach Tyler cross the line with me several steps behind him. "Fuck." I muttered. I lost. ~ I stood there, hunched over. With my hands on my knees. Gasping for breath. While Coach Tyler didn't even seem like he broke a sweat. He just stood there breathing quickly, with his hands on his hips as he watched me catch my breath. An unreadable expression on his face. When I stood back up I saw his eyes rake over me. And the air suddenly seemed... charged. We stood there watching each other for a long minute, neither one of us speaking, just the sound of our breaths breaking the silence. It was frought with tension. "Go home. We're done." He said gruffly, then he walked back towards his office. Leaving me out in the field with my mouth hanging open. Like hell, I'm not going anywhere. I will finish this until the end. I will take my punishment if I have to. He and I are not done. Fuck no. Feeling like I've been cheated out of something, I slammed his office door open. But he was nowhere to be found. For a second I thought the fucker ran away to avoid me but then I started to hear someone enter the shower room. So I followed. When I got inside I froze at the sight in front of me. Coach Tyler was shirtless, wearing only his tight shorts and holding his tshirt on one hand. He regarded me with irritation. "I thought I told you to go home." He huffed. I couldn't focus on what he said, my eyes were drawn to the incredibly muscular body. God, he's huge. I've never seen anyone this big before. My eyes were drawn to his biceps that were almost the same size as my head, his shoulders, his washboard abs that were extremely defined the lines looked so deep. And his pecs, two bulbous mountains with nipples that are pierced. Pierced. Fuck, my cock twitched in shorts. No wonder his nipples always looked erect even when he's wearing a shirt. He saw my eyes roam over his body and his eyes turned dark. "Don't make me throw you out, go home." He threatened. I stood my ground and met his eyes. "No. I'm going to take my punishment." He shook his head. "Don't make me punish you, kid. You won't like it." I walked several steps towards and tried to push my face close to his. With our height difference, it was actually my face to his chest. This close, I could smell the intoxicating musky scent of his body. I glared at him. "You don't scare me." He surprised me by leaning down until his face was inches from mine. His dark eyes staring right into mine. He was so close I could feel his warm breath. "Last chance. Go. Home." He whispered, his words full of threat. "I'm not going." I murmured. He watched me for several beats, waiting for me to change my mind. When he realized I wasn't backing down, his lips twitched and turned into a dangerous sneer. "Kneel." Coach Tyler commanded, voice low and cold. I found myself getting hypnotized by it. I slowly sank to my knees in the middle of the shower room. I didn't break eye contact and neither did he. Down on my knees, with my face close to his crotch, I could feel the heat coming off of it. "Take my shorts off." My hands moved on their own. I grabbed the waistband and pulled it down to his ankles, revealing the covered bulge. Encased in a jockstrap, his cock and balls hung heavy in front of me. I got a whiff of its strong scent and I visibly shivered as it filled my mind and body with lust. "Now, take my jock off." Oh god. With hands that are a lot more hesitant this time, I took hold of the jockstrap and pulled down until his thick cock and hairy balls flopped out. My eyes widened as it almost hit me in the face. He was still soft but he's already fucking huge. Damn, he's got a horse cock. And his balls were big and hanging so low it almost reached the tip of his cock. And the scent, holy shit. It's intoxicating. He stepped out of the jock and shorts, then he grabbed his jock from the floor. Once in his hands, he turned the pouch inside out and presented it to me. "Sniff." Without a beat, I crushed my face in his used jock and inhaled deeply. Filling my nose with the ripe, musky scent of his cock and balls. I almost came. I moaned out loud. "Oh god..." My voice muffled by the fabric. I heard Coach Tyler growl. Suddenly, muscular arms lifted me up and whipped me around. The next thing I knew I was standing straight up with my back pressed against his front and his hand was wrapped around my neck. I felt his breath draw close to my ear. "You don't know what's good for you, do you?" He said menacingly. I could feel his cock growing harder against my lower back. "The first time I saw you, I knew you were a cocksucking faggot." I froze. I opened my mouth to say something, but the hand wrapped around my neck tightened. "Quiet. I'm going to give you what you've always wanted. You want my cock, right? I've seen the way you look at me." His cock had grown to full mast in an instant. I gasped when he moved and the head of his cock grazed my balls. "I got news for you, faggot. I'm going to rape your pussy `til it bleeds." He growled in my ear. I started fighting him off, my hands shot up to break free from his grip. But he was much stronger. "Go on, fight me." I tried to scream but the hand on my neck tightened yet again. I tried to elbow him, and I was able to hit his ribs before his other hand held my arm and twisted it behind my back. "What's the matter? Scared? That's what faggots like you deserve. To get raped. To have someone wreck your cunts like a pussy." Oh my god, tears were falling down my face. I wanted to scream for help but I was powerless. "No..." I croaked, barely getting the words out because of his tight grip on my neck. "I gave you a chance to go and you didn't take it. Now I'm taking what's mine." His other hand, the one holding my arm moved down to grab his straining cock. Then a second later I felt the head nudge my hole. Gripped with overwhelming terror and panic, I tried to break free once more. This time I clawed on the hand that was on my neck. It didn't stop him at all. The next thing I felt was the immense, blinding pain that was horrifying and unlike nothing I've ever felt before as Coach Tyler slammed his cock inside my hole in one, unforgiving thrust. "AHHHHH!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I felt the moment my body broke down and all the fight leave me. I tried, I really did. But I was too weak. My resolve broke and I just stood there, sobbing, as he propelled his hips and drove his cock repeatedly in and out of my hole. Without giving me enough time to adjust. "Shit, you're perfect. Took my cock so easily. Tell me, how many dicks does this loose cunt get everyday?" He bit my ear. The shower room was filled with the loud slaps of his hips hitting my skin, coupled with his grunts and growls. Coach Tyler didn't relent, he fucked me harshly, every thrust making me gasp in pain and taking my breath away. I was sure something tear inside me, considering he pushed inside me without any lube. Not even spit. I tried to block it out. I closed my eyes and willed myself to mentally fight through what was happening to me. He's not going to break me. I will not let him. But it's proving harder and harder every second. Not when my body's telling me something else. Something vile, repulsive. I looked down to my cock and I saw that I was hard and leaking. And the blinding pain I felt minutes ago has slowly transformed into this crackling heat that was pooling deep in me. Growing bigger and bigger. And the filth and the perversions that Coach is continuously whispering in my ear was only fueling it. Mark and I have done this a few times. This kind of... play. But that was just it, play. Because I trusted him with all my heart and I know he wouldn't hurt me. Unlike this. This is pure assault. A savage, soul-crushing defilement. An cruel violation. He's raping me. But this traitorous body didn't want to fight anymore. A few minutes later, I started to feel myself pushing back into Coach Tyler's every thrust. It was as if my mind broke and the terror I once felt dissolved into this intense itch. My body turned languid, my head fell back towards Coach Tyler's chest, and whimpers came out of my mouth. Couch Tyler's body stiffened. His cock was left stuffed inside me, unmoving. His grip around my neck eased. He panted for several beats. "You... you fucking like this?" He asked incredulously. I was facing the other way, unable to see his face. But it was the clear from his tone that he couldn't believe it. We were both panting. And with my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly put my hand on my neck, over Coach Tyler's hand and squeezed. At the same time, clenching on his dick. Hoping he would understand what I couldn't verbalize. "Please..." I begged. Then I started slowly moving on my own, pushing his dick in and out of me. "You faggot slut. You like getting raped, huh? I'm going to fuck ruin you." He gripped my neck again tightly, almost cutting my air supply, and resumed his hard thrusts. I screamed again, this time in ecstasy. "Take me, please." I whimpered. "Fuck!" He groaned, his thrusts gaining speed. "I'm going to fill you up, bitch. I'm going to fill you with my cum and I'm going to rape you over and over with my cum inside you." I couldn't take it anymore, my hand flew to my straining dick and with just a few strokes, I burst. Coach Tyler howled at the same time. I felt his cock twitch repeatedly then soon he started shooting load after load of cum inside me. When the high subsided, he let me go and unable to hold myself, I crashed to the floor on my stomach. My whole body ached, my muscle weak and my bones felt like jelly. It took a lot of effort to turn and lie on my back. But when I did, my breath hitched. I gazed up at Coach Tyler through heavy-lidded eyes, he looked like a giant from my vantage point. An evil, cruel, sexy giant. We were still panting, trying to catch our breath. His face was flushed and he was covered in sweat, the veins in his muscles popping from exertion. We stayed like that for a long time. Staring at each other with disbelieving eyes. Oh god, that really happened. My gaze dropped to his spent cock. Damn, even after all that his cock still remained thick and heavy. God, that's a beautiful cock. Glistening with cum, I laid there staring at it, mesmerized. My reverie was broken when I realized that the cock I was staring at was slowly growing. It thickened and grew longer inch by inch, until a few seconds later it was standing fully up. I turned to see Coach Tyler's face, and the dangerous scowl he was wearing made me stiffen. "Oh, god. Please, no more..." He slowly advanced on me and I started backing away, but I couldn't get up. My legs were too weak so I tried to crawl backwards. Away from him. I didn't get very far before Coach Tyler grabbed my ankles and pinned me to the floor with his body. "Round two. I told you I'm going to rape you over and over again, faggot." He said, his face right in front of mine. His hands moved to the back of my knees and pushed, exposing my abused hole. "This one might hurt, kid. Try not to scream." I didn't get to respond because he already pushed his cock inside with one thrust. This time the pain was tenfold, my ass felt like it tore apart and I screamed bloody murder. I froze when Coach Tyler crushed his mouth against mine. Effectively stopping me from screaming. My eyes burst open during the kiss, and I was surprised to see him looking back at me with fevered eyes. Pupils dilated, breathing through his nose, while kissing me and fucking me hard and deep. I could feel the puffs of his breath across my face. He swallowed my scream and grunts of pain. His tongue darted inside my mouth, licking every inch. He knew exactly what he was doing. The kiss distracted me enough from the pain that after several minutes, I didn't realize I was already moaning and grinding back into his every push. Nor did I realize that my hands were on his hair, pulling his head towards me to deepen the kiss, or my legs as they wrapped behind Coach Tyler's lower back to pull myself deeper into his raging cock. "You are a true slut. I'm going to take advantage of you every moment I can. Every time you're in school grounds you are mine. Remember that, faggot." He said before he claimed my mouth again. All I could do was whimper into his mouth. My cock was coming back to life, rubbing against his hard abs. The friction proving too much for my already sensitive dick and I was getting closer to orgasming much too soon. But Coach Tyler had other plans, he took his cock out and sat up, before turning me around so my face was on the floor and my ass was up. Not a second later, his massive cock was pushing back inside me. I stayed there, unmoving. As Coach Tyler fucked me over and over and over again. I've long ago stopped making sounds, all I could hear now was his grunts and heavy breaths. I could feel my body starting to give up. This day had been too much. From the race this morning, all the way to this. It's been too taxing physically and mentally. My eyes closed on its own accord, I can tell that my brain was starting to shut off. Everything slowly became hazy, my senses getting more and more dull. My ears started ringing, the sound of Coach Tyler's grunts getting softer and softer. Even the sensation of his cock as it plundered my hole, gradually diminishing. I was falling out of it, I can tell. I was slowly losing my consciousness and seconds later, I passed out. ~ The next thing I remember was waking up on someone's lap and arms were stroking my back. I remember feeling warm and cold at the same time, like my back was freezing but my front was toasty. Which didn't make sense. Someone was rocking me, I slowly opened my eyes and tried to make sense of my surroundings. Whoever was holding me probably sensed that I was awake because the rocking stopped. I looked around and I saw sports equipment all around me. Coach's office?The air conditioner in the room was running with the air directly hitting my back. I was shirtless, which explains why I was freezing. And my front was pressed against another shirtless body. It took a while before I realized that it was Coach Tyler's. How embarrassing, I'm sitting on his lap as he sat on a chair. Like a baby getting rocked to sleep. I lifted my head from his shoulder and took a few seconds to check myself. I was shirtless, and wearing basketball shorts that are three sizes too big for me. My hair is wet as well, which was weird. "I cleaned you up." Coach Tyler said. His voice unnervingly soft and gentle. When I turned to him, he looked... guarded. "Did I pass out?" I croaked. My eyes widened as I realized I had lost my voice somehow. "Yes. You were out of it so I cleaned you up then I carried you here to put some clothes on you." I slowly nodded, even though I didn't remember any of what he said. How could I? I was passed out. "Okay." I said. Fuck, my throat hurts so bad. I shouldn't try to make it worse by speaking. I had one more question to ask though. And I couldn't ignore it. "Why are you holding me like this?" I asked. This meaning the awkward position we were in. Both of us shirtless and cuddling, alone in a room, while he stroked my back with gentle hands. He opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out. So he just stared at me with those sharp, calculating eyes. Then he sighed. "I'm going to drive you home." He gruffed. He released his hold on me and with wobbling legs I stood up. He watched for several seconds, arms stretched out to see if I would fall. When he deemed that I was alright, he walked over to his gym bag to pull out a shirt and he quickly put it on. Noticing that I was still standing there naked, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a white tshirt. "Put that on, that's the smallest thing I have in here." I put it on and almost laughed at how it was still too large on me. A testament to how huge Coach Tyler is. "Now come on, l'm going to take you home." It was awkward during the car ride. There was a lot of unspoken things between us and the tension was getting higher and higher every second that we stayed silent. What he did was fucked up. It was unforgivable. It was vile, perverted...corrupt. And the same words apply to me. For letting him do it. To me. Twice. How fucked up is that? He just raped me and now I'm in a car with him. He's driving me home as if nothing happened. "You goaded me." He said, breaking the silence. He was white knuckling the steering wheel and he was radiating with anger. "What?!" I croaked, half-scared and nervous. "You knew what you were doing. You wanted me to do that. You know it, I know it." He growled, his eyes locked on the road. He's right. A voice said in my head. From the moment you saw him, you wanted it. In fact, you craved it. You felt he could give you what you've always craved so you moved onto him. You just hid it, disguised it with hatred and loathing so you'll feel better. But you wanted it. So you got it. "I... I didn't-" I started to say, but he interrupted me. "You know what? It doesn't matter. You're off the team. Next Monday grab your shit from the lockers and don't show yourself to me ever again." "What?! You're not kicking me off the team! I'm going to stay." I whined. Like a petulant child. "You're. Off. The. Team." He growled, this time he said it with his eyes fixed at me. I didn't know what I was thinking, maybe all the things that happened today has become too much for me to handle, or I'm going crazy, but I teared up. "No. Don't kick me out of the team. I'm sorry, please let me stay." I sobbed. I realized we were already parked in front of my house and he turned off the car. "Go." Coach Tyler said. I didn't move. "Coach, please. Let me stay. Please." I begged. Tears falling freely down my face. What the fuck is wrong with me why am I too emotional? He watched me with guarded eyes. While I cried like a fucking kid. "I won't tell anyone what happened, I promise. Just..." Just what? What is it exactly that you want? Your teammates couldn't have possibly meant that much to you in that short amount of time. What is it you're really crying about? You know what it is exactly. In fact, you know who it is. "Please, coach. Let me stay." I said as I grabbed his hand. He stiffened. He regarded with me apprehension, his eyes seemed to be searching mine for something. He was furious, that I know for sure. Everything about him tells me how angry he was with me. But I couldn't do anything, so I stayed there unmoving, trapped in his sharp eyes. Several minutes passed. And being dark inside the car, I almost missed it when he nodded. But he did. I'm pretty sure he did. My heart started beating loudly in my chest. "Is... is that a yes?" This time he didn't give me a simple nod. He grabbed the back of my head and roughly pulled me close until our faces were inches apart. "Just remember what I said about you being in school grounds." He whispered dangerously. A memory flashed, "I'm going to take advantage of you every moment I can. Every time you're in school grounds you are mine. Remember that, faggot." My breath hitched, and I swallowed. "Yes, Lucas. Remember that. Because there will be more to come." He said, then I stayed frozen in my seat as I watched his tongue dart out and press against my cheek, licking the tears that have fallen. I shivered. Fuck, I couldn't wait.