Date: Sun, 12 Jul 2020 23:50:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Subject: My Stepdad Knows Best - chapter 9 My Stepdad Knows Best -- Chapter 8 By Bustermuscle- bustermuscle69@yahoo.com This story contains man/man sex with humiliation, group sex, reluctance, non-reciprocation, domination, spanking, submission, cum denial, chastity Gentlemen, please donate to NIFTY so we can keep posting and reading these wonderful and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. This is an amazing site and the best "porn" on the internet. To donate, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html CHAPTER 9 Wrestling practice changed for me after that day. The next day, coach checked in with Kyle to get updates on my training, and too discuss the next step. I was called into his office and told to go into his private bathroom and strip down naked. The coach knew the cameras were rolling so we had to be very discreet. He told me to stand with my legs spread and hands above my head. As he stood close in front of me, I could smell his sweat and musky odor. Looking directly into my eyes, he reached down and fondled my cage. My cock throbbed. "Here is the deal boy", coach said, "the cage comes off for wrestling practice so you can give me 150% effort now." He continued, "You will meet me here before practice and I will unlock you. After practice, you will be allowed to shower with the boys but come to me directly after that to be caged again." I simply stood there and listened as he reached for a key to unlock me. "If you touch that cock once during this time, you will regret boy. Serious disciplined by me and by your step father at home later. Understood?" "Yes sir" I said as I felt the cage being pulled off my cock shaft. Fuck, it felt so good being released that I felt myself getting hard instantly. "What if I get hard, Coach" I asked, "I mean, even if I don't touch it". "I don't care if you get hard. Just no touching and NO fuckin cumming without permission" Coach replied, "That's all you should be concerned about boy." "yes Sir" "Good, now put this on and get to practice boy". Coach handed me a thin white singlet that looked almost sheer. He went back to his desk, went to his laptop and ignored me I looked at the singlet and paused. "Ah Sir?" Coach looked up at me and I paused again. "You got a fuckin problem boy?" he asked sternly. "No Sir, ahhhh, no Sir" I cowardly said. "You gonna walk out of here nude boy?" He said, "No jock either boy. Just the singlet and get the fuck to practice. I will be there soon." He said, "Look at the roster, I got you paired with Coletti today." "Coletti?" I said "but Coach, he is 20 lbs heavier than me". Coach looked back up at me with pure anger in his eyes. We made eye contact and I completely froze. He stood up and walked toward me and said, "Put it on now. No Jock. Now". He stood there and waited for me to dress in front of him. "No jock?" I asked. He glared at me. "Ahhh, no jock!" As I pulled it up, I realized the singlet was about two sizes too small and had to stretch the fabric to get it over my shoulders. It now looked more sheer than before and fit me like a second skin. "Good," Coach said, "now get out". I ran to the gym. Even though my cock and balls were stuffed into the singlet, it felt amazing because my cock was free and able to get hard. Wait! "Get hard?", I thought. I'm not wearing a jock and have to go into practice with a completely hard cock showing through my singlet. I had no choice and hoped it would just shrink once I focused on the job at hand. Coach came in and paired me off with Coletti and nobody said anything about the singlet or the obvious bulge in front. I noticed Coletti had an impressive bulge too and thought perhaps he was not wearing a jock either. I wanted to impress the coach as much as possible but Coletti dominated me for most of the fight. The singlet became almost completely see-thru as I sweat and soaked my material. My cock betrayed me and became completely hard. As we rubbed against each other, the friction made my cock start to drip precum, which soaked through the singlet, making my hard cock completely visible now. It looked like Coletti's cock was hard and wet too. He flipped me onto my back in an effort to pin me. Coletti put a "Figure 4" leg lock around my head to get my shoulders down. He pulled my leg up in the air as he wrapped his arm under my knees and lifted my hips up. He was basically sitting on my face hoping I would give up and lose the match. "If you wanna pin the guy then put your weight into it Coletti", the coach yelled. With my shoulders down and legs in the air, Coletti sat down on my face with his smelly wet crotch directly over my nose and mouth. The Coach got down close to my face to see if my shoulders were against the floor and call it a pin. "Keep your ass down on his face." The coach said to Coletti, "Do you want the pin, or not?" He turned down to me, "I bet you can smell that sweaty ass funk, can't you boy?" The coach had his hands on Coletti's ass, pressing it against my face. "Smell that boy?" Coach slapped my asscheeks, in the air, twice. I tried to mumble "Yes SIR" but as I opened my mouth, Coach pushed his asshole over my mouth, making it impossible to speak. "That sounded like a YES SIR, but hard to tell when you have an asshole covering your mouth." Coach chuckled, "Coletti here is one of my boys and he knows how to deal with punks like you". Coletti started to grind his hole on my mouth , rubbing his own cock against my chest. "He's not wearing a jock either boy", Coach confirmed, "and I think he might need some stress relief too". Coach helped Coletti hold me up by grabbing my ass and spreading my legs open. This caused the thin nylon singlet to stretch over my cock and balls, making me harder by the minute. "You already pinned him Coletti, but go ahead and finish him," Coach said, "you deserve a reward for working so hard this week. He slapped my ass several times saying, "Hold still boy so Coletti can finish what he started." Coletti never said a word as he began grinding his ass against my mouth and his cock against my chest. Then... "Coach" Coletti moaned, "Oh fuck Coach. Cum?" He was literally humping my face now. He was going to use me in front of the whole team, who quietly watched. "Oh fuck Coach," coletti moaned. "Wait a minute boy", Coach said as he pulled Coletti's cock outside the leg opening of his singlet. His cock and balls pressed against my face now. "No mess Coletti" Coach said as forced my mouth open for the wrestler to stuff his cock inside. "Help out the team captain boy and take his cum,and don't spill a fuckin drop.". Coletti's cock went into my mouth and almost simultaneously shot a huge load of cum into it. I was taken by surprise but started to instantly gag and swallow it. "Coletti, tighten up the wrestling hold on him", Coach instructed. With his cock still cumming in my mouth, Coletti grabbed my ass and I could feel my cock pressing and grinding against his chest. I had been leaking precum since he sat on my face and now was pressing my nylon covered cock against his chest. I could feel the pressure against Coletti's chest. It felt so wonderful and I was throbbing as I held his cock in my mouth. I was afraid I was going to cum, whether I liked it or not. Coach leaned down to my face, in Coletti's crotch and said, "How does that cum taste boy?" Coach continued talking while Coletti was squeezing my encased cock in the singlet. "I hope you cleaned that cock real good, Mikey, cause if I see one drop of cum on the mat, it'll be your fault." He continued, "You can't blame Coletti, he is just being a man... and men need to cum, right boy?" I was on the edge now. I felt like he was talking dirty on purpose now. "Cum feels so good, doesn't it Coletti? Too bad little Mikey here can't cum... boys like this have to hold their cum back. Isn't that right boy?" I let out a huge moan when I knew I was going to pass the point of no return. I couldn't speak because Coletti's cock was still jammed in my mouth. "uughhhhhh" I groaned trying to tell the Coach what might happen. I know I needed permission from him, but was unable to make words. "You better not cum boy." Coach said, "I don't want any mess in my gym." I felt like he was teasing me on purpose. Both of his hands were on my ass now with his thumbs pressing into my hole. "Don't cum boy... don't spray your seed into that singlet...You're gonna make a mess boy... you better not cum." His finger was pressing through the singlet and into my hole. "Boy, don't let that cum spill out ... don't cum boy" FUCKKKKK. "Aurgggghhhhhhh" I groaned into Coletti's crotch. The Coach actually made me think about cum and forced me to cross the line. "Coach," Coletti yelled, "He's shooting into the singlet Coach. Fuck, his cum is squirting out. What a fuckin mess he's makin Coach!" The wrestler let go of me and dropped me flat on the mat as he stood up and brushed any of my cum off him. "FUCK Coach" he yelled, "his jizz is everywhere". Coach pulled me up by the hair. I was still cumming and completely disoriented and heavily breathing to catch my breath. "Go shower Coletti!" Coach yelled. The entire team silently ran out of the gym, leaving just me and the Coach. He dragged me to the chair on the side of the mat. My cum still dripping down my legs and onto the mat along the way. Instead of throwing me into the chair, the coach sat down on it and pulled me across his lap. I was completely shocked as he pressed my head down with his hand behind my neck and kicked my legs open with his feet. "Your stepdad needs to do this more often punk", Coach said as he started slapping my ass. "What?" I thought to myself. How the fuck did any of this happen? What the fuck was the coach doing to me? FUCK, it hurt worse with every slap. "Ouch!" I yelled, "What the fuck Coach!" "Shut up boy," he said as he held me down and spanked me hard. "This is going to happen every time you fuck up and don't follow the rules." He slapped me faster and harder. I forgot about everything except trying to move and avoid the slaps. Coach wrapped his legs around mine and held me down by my neck now, slapping constantly. I was screaming in pain now. My ass was on fire. Tears running down my face. "Please Coach" I cried and was sobbing now. "Hold your ass open and show me your hole boy." He yelled. I was afraid because I knew what he was going to do me. He yanked my hair and pulled my head back. He yelled, "What did I say boy? Open!" I reached back and spread my ass open, audibly sobbing now. "Please .... No Coach" I sobbed knowing what was going to happen to me. He slapped me directly on my hole. "Tell me you wont fuck up again boy" Coach yelled and slapped again. Instantly I replied... "AHHHHH. I promise Coach," I cried and spoke between sobs, "Please.... I promise... to be a ...good boy and obey you Sir" "Good" he said with one final slap and he pushed me off his legs and onto the floor. "Get your shit together, and meet me in my office, right now." He left me alone there sobbing on the mat. Eventually, I stopped crying and dragged myself to his office as instructed. Coach was sitting behind his desk and looked up at me. I stood there, in my cum soaked sheer nylon singlet, with my hands over my crotch. "Don't ever cover yourself boy" he ordered, "hands at your side and stand up straight". I obeyed. He stood up and walked toward me. Coach Sterling was a huge black man smiling down at me. He reached out and felt my cock through the singlet, rubbing the wet cum around. "You made a mess of yourself boy", he said as he rubbed my sperm soaked crotch. It was already drying and getting crusty. "If you ever do that again, you will feel the pain for weeks, understood?" I dared not to move as his hand reached under the singlet and rubbed through my cum. He took his wet hand and smeared the cum all over my face. "Leave it there to dry so it reminds you that you fucked up." He then pulled my wilted cock out of the leg opening. I stood still and looked straight ahead, not sure what was going to happen to me. Then I felt the cage. Coach smiled down at me as he clicked the cage shut, locking me away again. He pushed the cage back under the wet singlet. "Don't shower and don't dress." He said, "You go home just like that boy so your stepdad sees how you fucked up. Get out." I went back into the lockerroom and put everything into my gym bag and walked home, hoping no one would recognize me. What would my stepdad say? 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