Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 11:40:29 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 3

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Coach Adams Humiliation -- Chapter 3

by R. A. Swain

Richard Patterson leered at Alan Adams as he entered the coach's office off
the locker room area at the university gym. He leaned back in his
chair. "Hey Alan, how goes it?"

Alan looked at the coach leaning back in his seat, legs spread, wearing
basketball shorts that revealed strong hairy legs. With his hands behind
his head his tank shirt revealed hairy pits that made Alan's cock start to
puff up a bit. "Hi Coach. It goes."

"Alan, we are equals here, both coaches. You can call me by my first name,"
Dick said.

Alan glanced down feeling a bit flushed. "Do you like being called Richard,
or Dick?"

Dick smiled. "I like the way you say Dick. It turns me on."

Alan blushed. "Dick, about the other day—"

"It's okay. It was a bet. We've got to teach these kids to honor their
commitments. Besides, I think you enjoyed it a lot. I know I did," Dick
said. To emphasize his statement he groped his crotch.

Alan sat at his desk. "I did enjoy it, but ever since I've been here I've
been doing things that could get me fired, or worse. Sexual stuff in
general is forbidden with students, and we've both done things that are
risky."

"I told you, don't worry about it. The guys on our teams are horny and in
our corner." Dick said, shifting in his chair. "So when did you first get
turned on being submissive?"

"Huh?" Alan was taken off guard. "What do you mean?"

"I've seen how hot you get when the guys on your team win the right to
humiliate you. I think you like it."

Alan looked at the partially open door, seeing the guys from the swim team
wandering into the locker room beginning to change for practice. "Sometimes
I can't help myself. I just get a hard-on when a guy tells me what to do."

"Really?"

"I don't want to give in, but they tease me with their hot naked bodies and
it turns me on."

"I can see the thought of it gets you a little excited," Dick said. "Stand
up."

Alan did as he was told.

"Are you wearing a speedo?"

"Yes, I've got practice in a few minutes."

"Then take off your shorts. You're going to practice wearing only your
speedo. Are you going to be naked at practice today?"

Alan shook his head. "No, Danny didn't win his last meet." He shucked his
shorts and stood before the older man in just his t-shirt, speedo and
sneakers.

"Reach into your speedo and stroke your cock," Dick ordered.

Alan didn't question the older man. He glanced at the slightly open door
and at the guys stripping down and putting on their swim suits. His cock
was fluffing up quickly as he stroked himself.

"Take off your t-shirt."

Alan did.

"That's all you're going to wear to practice today," Dick said. "Come here
a moment."

Alan stepped in front of the coach, and Dick reached out and pulled Alan's
suit down in the front releasing his cock.

"What are you doing?" Alan asked, shivering as the older man's hands
caressed his cock.

"I'm making a make-shift cock ring," he said, untying the waist string of
the suit and slipping it under Alan's balls. He then wrapped it around his
balls and cock shaft, then tied and separated his balls before pulling the
suit back up. Alan's semi-hard cock was clearly tenting out and visible to
the eye. He smiled. "You'll go to practice this way," Dick ordered.

"Oh God, Dick. My boner is so obvious, and I'm not even fully hard."

Dick smiled. "Yeah. Now go enjoy practice."

Alan walked out of the office aware of the looks he was getting from his
team members as he walked through the locker room, and even a cat-call that
made his cock throb. All through practice his team members hovered around
him, brushing against his bulging cock as often as possible without looking
like they were doing it on purpose.

"Hey coach!" Danny West called to him from the pool.

Alan brought his attention back to the practice he was enduring. "Yeah
Danny?"

"Nice bulge, Coach."

"Thanks."

"Coach, you keep tight records of my times, right?" Danny asked climbing
out of the pool completely naked, as he promised to be every time he didn't
win his event in a meet.

"Yes, very tight," Alan replied, looking At Danny's long cock and dangling
balls.

"Is there a difference between my speeds naked and wearing a suit? I've
been naked for three practices so far. Do you know which practices I've
been naked at?" Danny asked, casually reaching down and tugging on his
cock.

"Oh yes," Alan replied. "I mean, I have it right here." He flipped a few
pages on his clipboard. "Anyone got a calculator?" he asked.

"I do," Danny said. "On my cellphone." He went to his backpack and
retrieved his cellphone, handing it to Alan.

Alan sat on a bench and Danny stood next to him, placing a foot up on the
bench putting his cock a few inches from his coach's face. Alan kept
glancing at the cock dangling a few inches from his face, and occasionally
licking his lips.

"You like what you see, don't you coach?" Danny asked.

Alan entered numbers in the calculator feature of the phone. "Um, you're
hung."

"Yeah, I am. How about a side bet just between you and me. If I win the
next meet you blow me, alone and in private, any place you want."

Alan felt his mouth going dry. "Here it is. There's a nine second lag time
when you're naked."

"Nine seconds? That's one second per inch when I'm hard."

Alan smiled. "Really? You'll have to measure and prove that some time."

"So do we have a bet?"

Alan shifted on the bench. "If you lose the match want do I get?"

"I'll blow you anywhere you want."

"And we still have the naked at practice bet?" Alan asked.

Danny smiled. "Always coach, always."

Alan reached out and shook Danny's hand. "It's a bet."

Danny took his cellphone and picked up his backpack, walking naked back to
the locker room, with Alan watching his ass as he walked away.

Alan walked back to the coach's office, slightly disappointed that Coach
Patterson wasn't there. He was at his own practice. Alan reached into his
speedo and untied the make shift cock ring Dick Patterson had tied around
his cock and balls. He closed the office door and began stroking his
cock. It only took a moment before he felt his cum boiling in his balls and
shooting up his shaft to erupt on the floor in front of his desk. Ribbon
after ribbon of cum shot out until it only dripped from his mushroom
tip. He took a deep breath and sighed. Opening his eyes he looked around
and took his speedo and quickly wiped up the mess he made.

Dressing in only his shorts and t-shirt he left the office and headed
home. Once in his apartment he stripped off his shorts and walked around in
just his t-shirt trying to resist the urge to stroke his cock again. The
doorbell caught him by surprise. He quickly pulled his shorts on again and
answered the door.

Dick Patterson stood there with a six-pack of beer. "Hey Alan, I was
thinking, if you weren't doing anything tonight we could get naked and hang
out here. We could talk."

Alan's eyes widened. "Did you say get naked?"

Dick smiled and walked in past Alan. "I like to be naked at home, don't
you?"

"Well..."

"Take your clothes off and close the door," Dick ordered, adding, "in that
order."

Alan looked out his front door at the parking lot before his apartment. He
tugged his t-shirt over his head and shucked his shorts before closing the
door. He turned to see Dick dropping his shorts revealing a jock. "I
thought you wanted to be naked?"

"I do. Come over here and take my jock off, using your teeth."

Alan knelt before the older man and did as ordered. It took several tries
to get the jock waist strap in his teeth and pull it down. He discovered he
had to get it in several places and pull the jock down from different
angles. Coach Patterson's cock slapped against his cheeks several
times. Finally the jock was off. Dick Patterson placed his hand on Alan's
head and held him down. He took his semi-hard cock in his hand and gently
smacked his large mushroom tip against Alan's lips and face.


"You like that, don't you?" Dick asked.

Alan nodded.

"You want to suck my cock, don't you?" Dick asked.

Alan sighed. "Yes Coach."

"You can't. Not until you lean back on the couch and jerk yourself off for
me. Oh, and you have to open your drapes first."

Alan looked up at him, mouth open. "But Coach. My front window is on the
parking lot. One of my neighbors could see me."

"Then you'll have to cum fast, won't you?"

Alan stood up, his cock in hand, looking between Coach Patterson and the
closed drapes. "Some of the kids from the college live in this
development. This is really risky."

Dick Patterson hopped up on the edge of the kitchen counter and sat back,
knowing he was out of range of the window, and began stroking his growing
cock. "I want a jerk off show from you, and you're going to put one on,
either in here in front of the undraped windows, or outside in front of
your car."

Alan's eyes widened more. "Please Coach. Not outside. I'm not ready for
that." He hurried to the window and opened the drapes, forgetting the
lights were on in the living room and he was fully visible to anyone
outside. He sat back on the couch and began stroking his cock in earnest.

"Pinch your nipples," Dick ordered.

Alan did as ordered, allowing his hands to leave his cock and explore his
chest. He closed his eyes and stroked and played as Dick Patterson directed
him. He felt his cum slowly working its way up his shaft and after a few
more strokes it was shooting out onto his chest. Alan opened his eyes. He
saw a couple of college kids standing out in the parking lot watching
him. "Oh God. Please, Dick, may I close the drapes now?"

"Stand up, face the window, play with your cock as you walk over to it, and
then you can close the drapes," Dick ordered.

Alan did as he was directed, watching as the two students watched him. He
turned to Dick Patterson. Dick was now seated on the couch.

"Get on your knees and crawl over here. Then suck me off," Dick ordered.

Alan fell to his knees in his living room. He crawled toward the older
coach. "I've never done anything like this before," he almost whispered.

Dick smiled. "Are you trying to tell me you've never had another man's cock
in your mouth?"

Alan looked down at his chest and the damp cum streaking down it. "Once. In
college. On a bet. My room mate. I swore him to secrecy. I've never told
anyone about it."

"But you told me, and you're going to tell your swim team about it, when
the time is right," Dick said.

Alan knelt before him looking at his throbbing cock bobbing in front of his
face. He leaned forward and tentatively licked the tip of Coach Patterson's
cock, then slid his tongue down the shaft to Dick Patterson's hefty
balls. Placing his lips on Dick's balls he sucked on them, trying his best
to take one then the other into his mouth. His eyes closed he licked his
way up the underside of Dick's cock and engulfed the tip in his mouth,
trying to slowly work his lips down the hard and hot shaft. He gagged as
Dick thrust his cock up a little into his mouth.

"Uh uh," Dick said. "Take it slow. You're going to suck my cock until I
cum, and learn the proper way of giving head to anyone I want you to suck
off. Before this semester is over I'm going to turn you into a cock slave
for me and for your swim team. Now go slower. That's it suck gently, breath
through your nose. Yes. Keep you your mouth on my cock."

Alan listened to the words being spoken and knew he wanted to be talked to
this way. He felt his own cock throbbing rock hard again after just cumming
a few moments earlier.

Dick pulled back and holding Alan's head with his hand he gently slapped
his cock against Alan's face. "You like that, slut, don't you? You like
being slapped in the face with my huge cock?"

Alan only nodded.

"You'd like to have your swim team watch you being treated like the whore
you want to be, wouldn't you?" Dick asked.

Alan looked up at Coach Patterson. "Please, I'm not ready for such a
thing. Being jerked off in front of them was mind blowing, but I've got to
maintain my control as their coach or I'm useless. I need their respect."

"And you'll have it, but you'll also be their cock slave. You'll learn,
Alan. You'll learn. Now suck me until I cum." Dick ordered. He leaned back
on the couch, closed his eyes and let the younger man worship his cock.

Alan ran his tongue over Dick's cock and balls again, pressing his face
against the massive shaft and then taking it in his mouth as far as he
could. He bobbed his head several times while caressing Dick's balls. Soon
he felt Dick stiffen, and felt the pulsing of his cock, and knew he was
about to get a mouthful of cum. He kept his mouth on the tip and pumped the
cock a few times. Dick placed his hands on the back of Alan's head and
thrust his cock forward a few times, pumping his man seed out into Alan's
mouth. Alan gagged and pulled back, and let Dick's cum dribble form his
mouth as the last spurts hit him in the face and chest.

Dick laughed. "You'll learn to take my cum and swallow it before I'm done
with you." He milked the last few drops of cum from his cock, wiped his
hand on Alan's hair and stood up. "I need another beer. Then we'll work on
your technique again."

Alan looked at Dick's cock which had only slightly deflated. Dick caught
his glance. "I'm good for at least one more tonight. Maybe two. And you're
going to suck me until I'm please with the results."

Alan nodded, leaned back on his haunches and admired his own rock hard
cock. Dick reached down with the beer can and placed it next to Alan's
cock. "Not bad," Dick said. "You're not as wide, but you are long
enough. If you're good enough eventually I'll suck your cock. As a reward
for being a good cock slave. You see, once in a while I like to go down on
a guy also. You'll be that guy from time to time, and you'll always
reciprocate. Now play with your balls while I have a beer. Then you can
stroke for me, and suck me off again."

Alan just knelt there on the floor playing with his balls and wondering
where he was going with all of this.

End Chapter 3.