Cut from the Team
Coach Sam Withers decides one of his new players isn't quite up to snuff and cuts him from the team in his own special way.
Sam Withers the giant horse coach watched his team, the Diogenes Blazers, practicing on the football field. Diogenes High School didn't have a proper soccer field, only a football one. Sam hated this. It seemed every high school in the country only had football fields. None for any other type of sport usually, much less soccer. Sam had a particular disdain for American football however, considering it all about brute strength and lots of slamming into each other, compared to soccer where agility and fancy footwork was required. He found it amusing therefore that soccer was called football in most other countries, and found this a more apt title for it.
It had been some months since his confession to Father Bricklin had gone so pleasantly awry, and Sam had since returned to his job at the high school coaching soccer. They'd recently repaired the mammoth crack in the locker room and Mike Jenson's demise had been summed up as an "accident." There was talk. Oh, yes, there was talk. But for Sam Withers, there were no direct accusations. No one wanted to end up like Mike. But what nobody knew was that ever since the incident in confession, Coach Sam was already thinking about putting his new "talent" to use again, and merely needed to pick another one of his players.
He looked out over the the Blazers, feeling a familiar stirring inside of himself as he watched the lithe young bodies hard at play, smirking a bit. There was another reason he preferred soccer over football. The players didn't wear all that cumbersome, oversized padding and helmets which hid their sexiness from him. He consciously kept himself from getting an erection as he tried to pick one, knowing he'd give the game away if he sprouted a nine-footer right here on the football field. Who to pick?
Sam realized that Mike Jenson's loss had hurt the team as they prepared for the upcoming game against Diogenes' arch-rival, Cantlemere High. They'd need every decent player they had in order to hope to continue their winning streak against the Cantlemere team. So Sam had decided he needed to only pick players who weren't quite up to snuff. It was his way of ensuring every member of the Blazers was a star player. He couldn't afford any washouts. Hearing the unmistakable sound of someone falling hard on the grassy earth, Sam's eyes went immediately to Terry Clifford, one of the new additions. He was lying on his back, having fallen down after overestimating his own momentum and attempting to punt the ball. Apparently the boy thought that soccer was indeed played like football.
Sam blew his whistle and made a "T" sign with his hands. "Time out!" he said.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and the horse walked over as two other Blazers helped the sheepish-looking Terry to his feet. He was a wolf of medium height but impressive build for his age, lean and strong. At first glance he had seemed like a sure winner and a natural athlete. However he was clumsy, inattentive, and always overestimated himself. Nothing Sam tried seemed to be getting through to the kid. He had improved slightly, but not enough to merit being kept on the team. Sam realized Terry was the one.
To the players, he said, "All right, Blazers, hit the showers and go home. You all did pretty well today. Even you, Terry."
There were cheers and backslaps and even Terry managed a small, confident small. But as everyone headed for the main building, Sam clamped a large hand on the shorter wolf's shoulder and held him back. Terry's smile vanished and he yelped, stopping.
"Not you, Terry," he said. "I need to see you alone in my office for a minute."
"But you said--" Terry began.
"We'll discuss it when we get there," Sam insisted, and steered him after the others.
They began heading for the gym. Once inside, all of the other Blazers made a right and headed into the joint locker room and shower area. Sam however herded Terry to a different area of the gym. Along the way they passed the basketball team who were in the middle of their own practic. The basketball coach, an alligator named George Prather who was a little older than Sam, gave his colleague a suspicious look. Rumors travelled fast it seemed. Sam took it in stride and simply smiled and waved back, then took his young charge to where his office was located, through a dim, narrow door-lined hallway just off the basketball court.
"What about my shower?" Terry asked.
"You'll get a shower after we're done talking," said Sam, walking up to his own office door.
His office was the last in the hall, with a large opaque window through which only vague forms could be seen. "SAMAEL WITHERS - SOCCER" was stencilled on it. He opened it and went inside, and Terry obediently followed, his ears flat against his head in worry. The office was small and somewhat dingy, consisting of an old wooden desk, a large glass case filled with trophies and several banged up filing cabinets. Once Terry was inside, Sam shut the door. They could still, faintly, hear the sounds of the basketball players continuing their practice.
No sooner was the door shut than Terry, who apparently had a good guess as to why he was going into his coach's office, said, "Coach, I know I'm not the best player on the team, but I'll try to improve!"
"In time for the big game against Cantlemere?" said Sam doubtfully as he sat down in his old creaky leather office chair and stared at the wolf across his desk. "I wish I could believe you."
"I do really enjoy it," the wolf insisted. "It's just I need more practice."
Sam sighed and shook his head. "You've got potential but you can't seem to focus properly and it's really hurting the team. At any other time I'd say yes but with the big game coming up I'm afraid I can't have my team at anything less than a hundred percent. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut you."
The wolf sighed sadly, slumping into the rickety wooden chair across from the desk. He pouted, looking depressed. "Are... are you sure?" he asked. "Isn't there anything I can do to stay on the team, Coach?"
Sam fought to keep from smirking again. "Well..." he said and trailed off. He stroked his chin, fingering his little soul patch. "There is one thing that'll definitely help. I can't guarantee it'll keep you from getting cut, but it couldn't hurt."
Discretely, he slid a hand down and groped over the bulge swelling in his pants with a gentle grunt. Terry didn't seem to notice, although the wolf did brighten up a little at Sam's suggestion, his ears perking. Somewhere outside, they heard George Prather blowing his whistle, signalling the end of basketball practice. By now, George's team would be mingling in the showers with Sam's.
"Why don't you come 'round the side of the desk here and we can discuss it?" The horse's voice was low and husky.
Standing up, Terry walked over and around the desk, looking at the coach. "All right, Coach, what is it?" he asked.
"Oh... just this."
Sam turned in his chair, legs spread. His horsecock was already growing, tenting the front of his sweatpants hugely. At the sight of this, Terry instantly blushed deep red beneath his fur and averted his eyes. The horse grunted and adjusted himself so it began to poke out of the top of the waistband. He didn't want it snaking down the leg of his sweats and brusting free, ruining them.
"Perhaps you can... assist me with it," Sam continued, indicating the swelling head of the dick. "It requires very special attention sometimes." He chuckled a little. "Why don't you get undressed?"
Terry looked back over, looking more nervous than ever. Squirming slighrtly, he found himself slipping off his shirt, revealing a fit, muscular torso which Sam had seen several times before during the times when the Blazers would practice shirtless on hotter days.
Evem as he did this, he protested a little meekly. "B-But Coach... isn't this illegal? To do that with your players...?"
It was and Sam knew it. So was what he'd done with Mike and Father Bricklin. But the amount he cared could be quantified in the atoms between his pinched thumb and forefinger. After all, his experience at church had told him there was nothing wrong with his desires where his cock was concerned. Whether this was actually true or not was immaterial. Not that he told Terry this.
Besides, he had a small loophole of a sort. "But I cut you, remember?" His voice was husky, deepy and many; seductive.
Terry nodded. That was true. He had been cut from the team and thus was no longer his coach's player.
"Besides... it's not like we're gonna have sex or anything," Sam added. His smirk broadened. He had entirely different plans for this young wolf.
He groaned and massaged the flaring head of his cock as it grew another few inches , swelling out, stretching the waistband with its girth and starting to grow up his paunch like some kind of creeper, thickening to the length and width of Sam's own arm in seconds... and then growing larger and larger!
Watching this, Terry gawked, and in no time at all he was naked, his clothes tossed aside to the floor and his own average-sized cock growing hard as the coach's own kept growing and growing. Sam shifted in his chair and pulled the pants down over and under his nutsack. Beneath that growing shaft there, his balls were swelling out with equal swiftness. Terry's eyes bulged out, staring in amazement.
Recalling Sam's earlier statement, he said, "It's huge! I couldn't have sex with it if I tried...!"
"Well, like I said, kid, you're not gonna," said Sam.
The massive member's weight now began to make it tilt forward as it had grown so tall that the head was just beneath Sam's neckline, Terry gasping as that monstrous cock swelled and pulsed. And as it bent forwards, towards the wife-eyed wolf, Sam moaned with anticipation and it swelled even bigger! Terry drooled excitedly despite himself.
There seemed to be no limit whatsoever to how big this monster could grow. Is massive weight almost made it flop immediately onto Terry but Sam wrapped his arms around it to halt it so as not to end this too quickly. As his mind reeled with lewd, sexual thoughts, the horse slowly got up out of his chair. Terry had to step back to give Sam - and his cock! - room as the horse stood.
"Okay, now... here's what you're gonna do. Hunker down in the corner over there." He jerked his head over towards the far corner of the little office, between the trophy case and filing cabinets.
Terry nodded, stepping over into the corner of the room, eyes locked on the beastly member. "It's gigantic...!!" he observed. "How big can it get...?"
Sam thought about it for a moment. It was a legitimate question. "I dunno really," he admitted. "Big enough to swallow people whole, though." He grinned as he remembered the fate of Father Bricklin.
Terry chuckled nervously, apparently thinking - or hoping - that Sam was just joking. "Swallow people whole?"
Ignoring him, Sam advanced towards Terry and stood before him with the swelling member still growing, seeming to stretch towards the wolf as it did so, precum oozing from the slit at the tip and dripping down onto Terry as Sam waited for him to get positioned juuuuuust right, between one of the metal filing cabinets and his trophy case.
"Now, make yourself comfy, Terry," the horse said. He and his giant cock effectively blocked any hope of escape for the former Blazer. "Because you're about to let my monster cock here crush you right into the wall."
"Wha--?" Terry managed to blurt as that pulsating member filled his vision. He had no idea the coach was planning on literally crushing him.
And with that, the towering phallus was upon him, hot flesh surrounding his front side, Sam letting it settle into him before he released it... and it immediately pressed massively down upon him. Sam stood back up and groaned deeply, pressing the still-growing dick down onto the wolf. The wolf only groaned louder as it pressed against him so heavy. Its veins pulsed and rippled and the entire shaft throbbed hotly with Sam's lust, and its oozing precum smeared all into Terry's fur and hair, and splatted against the wall and floor.
Sam leaned his head back and moaned. "Awww, yeah, just sit back and enjoy the ride..."
The cock was now just shy of five feet long and at least a foot and a half thick thick, and who could say how much it actually weighed? Thick, heavy balls hung between the coach's legs and Sam had to stand spread-legged to accomodate them as their growth made them touch the floor and begin to spread out. Terry tried to say something but his words were muffled by the flesh and precum. He moaned as the pre ran down his body, lubricating him and it making it easy for Sam to move his cock against him. With Terry well and truly pinned under his weighty dick as it swelled further to six feet, Sam leaned his head forwards again and looked down, and grinned.
"Awww, yeah...!" he repeated.
At this point he was unable to even see the wolf anymore because it was now so swollen it completely hid Terry from the horse's view. Fitting, considering he was about to use it to grind his underperforming player right out of existence. With a contented sigh he set to work and began to work his hips, the tremendous weight of his manhood pressing down on Terry without mercy, seemingly as heavy as two of the coach! And as it moved back and forth over him, it started to press him deeper and deeper into the corner, forcing him to scrunch himself up a bit, and it was still growing, the fat, drooling head smushing against the cleft of the corner above Terry with a little splurt of pre that made Sam cry out in pleasure.
Now it was very difficult for the wolf to breath, not to mention the weight upon him. His cries of pleasure became mixed with cries of pain. At this rate, the cock wasn't going to stop. The wall was already creaking slightly in protest. Either it was going to break first or Terry was, and Sam honestly didn't care which, just as long as he got off, and so, leaning back with his butt against the edge of his desk for support, he pulled his cock back, revealing the wolf's slimy, pre-covered face and allowing him to gasp for breath. It would be his last.
Sam angled the oozing head down so that it was aimed directly at Terry's chest and shoved it forwards again hard, forcing the air right out of his lungs and splattering even more pre over the little wolf. The dazed wolf instantly slumped forward against the horsecock as he tried and failed to regain air, completely helpless to Sam's desires. Terry would've cried out in agony but had no air to do it with. Soon the cock grew again, now reaching seven and then eight feet, and soon it eclipsed Terry again, and remarkably the wolf's body proved fairly resilient to he gigantic member. That he was still alive after this long was amazing.
The office wall was a different story. There was a splintering crack of wood and plaster and it began to cave inward behind Terry as the huge member crushed down on him, and Sam realized it was a foregone conclusion that his dick was going to put him right through it and into the wall. Deep within the beanbag chair-sized balls, there came a rumbling gurgle as what seemed like impossible gallons of cum churned, waiting for released. Sweat dripped off of Sam's brow as the horse gritted his teeth and grumbled and grunted as he worked his hips, straining. Even his powerfully muscled form was having some difficulty in controlling the cock, which was several pounds by now, but seemed like a ton to the poor, trapped, doomed wolf.
Lurching forward, he planted both hands on the wall to support himself and used all his remaining strength to work his hips and shove his mammoth dick forwards as it swelled to a full ten feet in length and brought every single ounce of its mercilessly crushing weight down upon the wolf, splitting the tiled floor underneath Terry and cracking the wall further, the part of the wall behind Terry's head beginning to splinter and give way, cracks spider-webbing out in all directions until with a final lusty grunt, Sam did as he'd intended to the minute Terry first disappointed him on the field, and did away with the student who had no business being on his team, the cock smashing through the wall and pushing Terry's broken and abused body inside of it fully in one shove. Terry wasn't even able to scream.
The horse cried aloud his pleasure at this final dominance, and hit his peak, finally. His churning balls contracted slightly and the giant veined beast that was the coach's cock finished the job it had begun earlier by erupting, pumping gallon after gallon of thick, hot, slimy horse cum into the hole in the wall where Terry used to be.
"Aahhhh fuuuuucckkkkkkk!" yelled Sam.
He threw back his head and loosed a throaty roar of pleasure as he came, fountaining his thick cum into the wall's interior for a full minute and a half before finally the flow ebbed and tapered to a slimy trickle.
Panting, he pushed himself away from the wall and gently extracted his still-swollen cock from the hole, and then collapsed into his chair which creaked loudly in protest at the coach's weight. His cock shuddered and began to shrink, as did his balls. As he caught his breath, he smiled as he looked at the corner where Terry had been, and saw just a hole smashed in the wall dripping with cum, and no sign of the wolf.
"Sorry, kid, but you just didn't do good enough..." Sam panted. "Afraid I'm gonna have to go through with cuttin' ya after all." He chuckled.
After his cock and balls had reverted to their normal size, he gingerly tuckled them back inside his sweatpants and stood up and stretched, satisfied and happy. He collected Terry's clothes into a hundle and tucked them under one arm, then frowned at the hole. Using his foot, he pushed the filing cabinet over so it hid the hole and the dripping mess, and then smiled and nodded with satisfaction. After this left the office, locked up, threw Terry's clothes into the lost and found bin and went home.
The End