Coach's Favorite Bitch Boy
Just felt like doing something really dirty.
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Gear was clattering and the showers were just starting to flow when suddenly someone burst through the locker room door, "Hey Vic, coach wants to go over your plays with you!" The muscular brown wolf's heart skipped a beat and his breath was caught in his chest when he heard the call for him. He was standing there, only wearing his pads and his white and red striped football socks, his fur soaked in sweat. When he stepped out of the locker room, he saw that the blinds in the sound proof room were down. Vic almost gagged himself because he was struggling to breathe, he knew it was pointless to try and prepare himself for the scolding he was about to get.
As the door was closed behind the wolf, Vic felt a chill run up his spine when he heard the door lock loudly click behind him. He could feel the huge bear staring down at him with his red and white cap on, Coach standing a little over a head taller than him. "What the fuck was that out there, Vic?" The bear's growl rumbled in his soul.
"Practice ...Coach...practice..."
Vic could feel Coach brushing against his tail as he went to the football jock's other side. "You call that laziness fucking god damn practice!?" Vic gasped as Coach grabbed his padded ass with a firm paw, "Looked more like grab-assing to me!"
The wolf choked, leaning forward as that paw held firm to his butt. No matter how fucked up it made him felt, Vic wanted him to do more. He wanted Coach...to treat him bad...real bad. "Coach...I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" He winced as the buckles of his pads were undone and the strings over his crotch were untied, his face burning as Coach's free paw stroked at the thick, black patch of fur on the chin of his muzzle.
Coach's lips were lingering by his ear, "You know Vic, maybe we should call Ronny in, he'll be happy to know you've been bumped..."
Vic's eyes widened because he knew Ronny was Coach's other little bitch boy, and he wanted to please the bear almost as bad as Vic. In fact, now that he thought about it, most of the team was really a bunch of fags. The wolf panted, desperately thinking of what to say, "Oh God...please Coach...just punish me instead!" His jaw fell open in a silent gasp, his dick straining against his red jock-strap as he felt his padding falling down around his ankles, along with most of Coach's clothes. Feeling a paw grab him by the nape of his neck, he was tossed onto the smooth surface of Coach's desk, gazing up at the bear's solid mounds of muscle that made up his chest, feeling Coach's solid, round belly brushing against him.
"Oh, I intend to Vic! It's the only way little boys like you learn some effort around here!"
Vic was forced to inhale the male's manly stink coming from his armpits as Coach reached into his desk. Desperately leaning his head up into those smelly pits, the wolf tried to drown himself in the stink. He cried out as his wrists were grabbed, forced down and tied with rope, bound to the handle of one of Coach's locked drawers. Vic whimpered as his ankles were grabbed and lifted high into the air, more than half his body lifted off the desk. He actually struggled, his fleshy crater of an asshole exposed to the big bear, that hole truly knowing the meaning of punishment over the last few years Vic had been on the team.
Vic cried out, near screamed as the coach buggered his gaping hole with two thick, padded fingers. He panted in frustration, wanting so badly to grab his own dick and stroke himself off, but that's how Coach was punishing him, he was going to have the worst blue balls of his life. Again he cried out, this time writing in pain when Coach's big palm smashed into his heavy sac, "Hold still!"
Vic whimpered, biting his lip, "Yes Coach..." The wolf's eyes widened as he watched Coach stroke his extremely thick, long cock, the frightfully huge meat inching towards his crater like rim, DRY! "Coach...what about lube?" Normally, Coach would at least spit on him. He'd never taken the bear raw!
"What about it? You're being punished pup..."
Vic panted in fear as Coach grabbed hold of both his ankles again, the bear's cock naturally resting in the wolf's stretched rim. "COACH....COACH!" Vic cried like a pup, feeling Coach's cock push into his ass...and kept going. The bear fucked him raw and he could feel his dry ass muscles painfully tightening around Coach's fat dick. "Coach, please...it hurts!" Coach ignored the pleading, tear filled eyes of the wolf as he plowed into Vic's brown, fur covered ass.
Coach growled, tugging on the jock's ankles, growling at him as he pounded into Vic's butt, "Yeah, you tell me how much it hurts, bitch!" Vic's face contorted in pain, silently begging towards the ceiling as Coach abused his hole. But slowly, Coach's cock head painfully tapping against his guts reminded him of why he wanted this. As the tears stopped flowing into the fur on his cheeks, Vic watched his cock bobbed up and down in his jock-strap, its red tip poking out past the band, spilling out pre all over his furry happy trail. Looking up at Coach, his face was just as begging as his voice, "UNG...Coach...hurt me...UNGH!"
The bear grinned, slamming his cock hard, thrusting his hips forward until his fat sac smacked hard into Vic's around ass, "Yeah you little fucker, that's it, tell me it hurts!" Vic moaned, feeling a huge glob of pre shoot out of his dick, "It hurts so bad Coach!" Coach's grip tightened around Vic's ankle as he pulled the wolf's foot-paw close to his muzzle, smearing the sweat of the jock's sock all over his face. Vic felt like a dirty little slut as the bear's tongue pressed against the sock, working its way in until Coach suckled every toe through the sweaty, smelly material.
Coach was so focused on drowning himself in the stink of the wolf's foot-paw that he almost didn't notice Vic bucking his hips, trying to cum hands free. "Oh no you little fuck, you're being punished..." Vic gasped, throwing his head back when Coach suddenly pulled out his cock with a loud slurp. Even though his ass was now empty, Vic felt that empty space being filled with the aching need for more cock.
"Coach...please...please fuck me! I need you in me so bad! I need to cum!"
Vic grunted as the big male climbed on the desk and nearly sat on the wolf's stomach, reaching back, lightly stroking the jock's knotted cock while stroking his own right in Vic's face. He lustfully growled, "No Vic, that's not how this works..." Vic moaned, watching Coach rapidly stroke his own throbbing meat fast while stroking the wolf's cock just enough that he could feel it...but not enough to cum.
The jock's cock twitched and spasm, "Coach!" And that's when the bear stopped stroking. Vic writhed, whimpering as he felt his orgasm dying back down, like his load was retreating back into his aching balls. When his dick surely stopped twitching, the bear's paw would start again. The bear growled as he fiercely stroke his own cock, the male's huge balls churning right before Vic's very eyes, "You're not going to be a little fuck anymore, are you Vic?"
Vic whimpered as he felt himself get close again and then Coach stopped stroking, "NO COACH!"
Coach pinned his cock head against the wolf's forehead as he stroked off the base, the delicious looking meat twitching right between Vic's eyes, "Won't do anymore grab-assing, will you?"
"NO COACH!"
The massive muscle bear grunted and growled, fiercely stroking his cock as he exploded all over the wolf's face, reaching up to tweak one of his nipples as the jock writhed beneath him. Vic's begging voice went unheard as he pleaded for his own release, feeling his cock twitching, jumping for orgasm, but he just wasn't close enough. Gasping in torturous pleasure from near orgasm, Vic watched with half lidded eyes as thick, hot globs of bear jizz hit him in the face, much of it running down his muzzle, getting caught in his goatee.
In anguishing defeat, Vic could only watch as Coach climbed off his desk, turning his back to the wolf and draining whatever was left out of his load out of his spent cock. Vic still lay on the desk, writhing for orgasm, desperately humping his hips, but the only thing that came out were a few very small droplets of cum, not enough to satisfy...and they only made the aching worse.
Vic's night went on as Coach drew out his punishment. When the bear was sure all the rest of the team had gone, his punishment was moved into the showers where Coach fucked the shit out of him under the hot water, Vic's paws forced against the tile walls so he couldn't jerk off. Every time he came close and was denied, his balls aching for release, the more he really thought about trying harder during practice...
End.