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Sitting in the darkened room, bathed only in the flickering light from his television the middle aged man slipped his hand inside his loose sweat pants. Grasping his flaccid cock in his thick fingers he began to massage it into life as his mind replayed events from earlier in the day.

The work and preparation of the last few months had finally borne fruit, it was so easy really they were all the same inside and Scott had been the same as all those that had gone before him. The boy was a talented ballplayer and would have been in the team by right anyway, but drop him from the pre-season warm up games. Undermine his confidence a little, making him feel that his place in the starting line-up is at risk, plant the seed that he needs to do something special to make his coach look favourably on him and voila.

Keep him after practice one day, gently introduce the idea that he becomes his coach's bitch then his place is guaranteed. Give it a minute or two watching the cogs turn in his brain, the dawning realisation spreading across his face and before you know it he is lying face down on a bench, legs spread and his cute virginal hole exposed for his coach.

That toned young body shivering under his hand in anticipation of what was to come, the gasp of surprise as the wet tip pressed against the pulsing pink rosebud. The submissive whimpers as it pressed on inside, stretching the ring wider and wider popping another cherry. The tight, hot passage gripping his meat as the whimpers turned to moans and the body under him began to writhe in that mix of pleasure and pain.

The overwhelming bliss as his orgasm hit, pumping his seed into his new bitch. Pulling out and watching a trickle of cum leaking from that abused hole. The look his bitch gave him back over his shoulder, submission and need mixed with the shock and horror of the violation. A few clicks on the phone for the record. It's our little secret isn't boy? You wouldn't want these getting out on the net now would you?

They always swallow it hook line and sinker, his bitches until they left for college. All so gullible and naive. As if he would ever risk those pictures ever getting out.

Damn he would never tire of it. His cock twitched in his palm, slick pre coating his fingers. A frown creased his brow. The memory was wrong, the look Scott had given him was not right, the boy had looked hungry. The man shook his head; no he must have got it wrong, his method never failed. He started as the doorbell rang, echoing through the house.

"Trick or treat?" a voice called out.

"Fucking Halloween" the man swore to himself as he straightened himself up and went to answer the door. Must be a newcomer to the area, the local kids knew better than to disturb the coach. Opening the door he saw a single figure standing in the drizzling rain, a wolf like muzzle stuck out from under its hoodie, a thick tail hung limply behind it.

"Trick or treat?" It said again

"Scott?" The man asked as he thought he recognised the voice.

"Yeah it's me coach"

"I was just thinking about you boy, you had better come in out of the rain. I am sure I can find a nice treat for you." The man said, giving a knowing wink as he closed the door behind them.

"You had better get out of those wet clothes Scott, don't want my star player coming down with a cold now do we?"

Scott pulled his hoodie over his head to reveal a tight t shirt clinging to every curve of his torso, black furred arms stuck out of the sleeves and pricked wolf ears sprung back in place as his head came free. A long muzzle protruded from his face, a wet black nose glistening on the end.

"That's some Halloween costume Scott, got it right down to the wet dog smell." The coach laughed as he stepped up to the boy. Gripping the hem of the shirt coach pulled it over Scott's head his nose wrinkling at the smell of damp dog. Unbuckling the boy's pants he let them fall to the floor. "Just couldn't keep away could you boy? Hooked on the feel of my cock already just like the little bitch you are huh?" The coach growled in Scott's ear.

Running his hands down the boy's back the man looked for a zipper to take the boy's costume off.

"Help me out here bitch, where is the damn zip?" The coach barked

Two paws pushed on his shoulders slamming the man against the wall, his feet inches from the ground. Two eyes blazed fiery red and fetid breath filled his nostrils

"That's the trick coach, there is no zip, nothing fake about this. You picked the wrong target this time. Bit off more than you can chew if you like, not a problem I have though" a deep dark voice growled. The wolf snarled baring his fangs as the acrid stench of urine filled the air.

"Not such a big man now then coach, pissing yourself like a scared little girl." The wolf growled as he dropped the man in the steaming pool. "Better run from the big bad wolf coach, you never know you just might manage to get away before I have my way with you."

The coach struggled upright, his feet and hands slipping on the wet floor. Making a run for it he bolted up the stairs, if he could just get to his gun he had a chance. Thudding into the bedroom door he scrabbled with the handle, wasting precious seconds before the door swung open. Hardly had he stepped into the room than a heavy weight landed on his back.

"Time's up." The wolf growled "looks like you were leading me to your bed all the time coach. Guess it's your time to be the bitch now."

Strong paws roughly tore the sweatpants from the man leaving him naked on the floor.

"Raise your rump bitch, ready for your master to service it." The wolf snapped

The terrified man did as he was told, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment, lifting his butt off the ground, the air cold against his exposed hole as he braced himself. Hot breath tickled his rump and he flinched as a wet tongue lapped along his taint, his pucker pulsing as the tongue brushed over it.

"Looks like you want it real bad coach." The wolf chuckled darkly. "But it will have to wait a little while."

The man felt claws scratching the back of his head before his hair was yanked up. As his head was forced back a thick canine cock was shoved under his nose.

"Suck it bitch, it's the only lube you will get so make it good and wet." The wolf snarled threateningly "and don't get any ideas or I will rip your head off."

The man obediently opened his mouth as the hot red meat pressed at his lips, the scent of the wolf's musk filling his nostrils before the slick flesh began to slide across his tongue, a tangy coppery taste teasing his taste buds. He gagged as the soft pointed tip hit the back of his throat. Driven by fear the man slurped his way up and down the throbbing shaft covering it with a thick layer of his spit and the pre cum the wolf was spurting over his tongue.

"Good enough coach, now it's your turn to be on the receiving end." Scott rumbled as he pulled his wolf meat from the wet hole.

The man held his breath as the wolf disappeared from his view, hoping against hope that he would let his coach go free. His hopes were dashed as he felt fur pressing against his naked flesh, a heavy weight pushing down on his back. The wolf's heavy paws grabbed his shoulders and forced him back towards the waiting wolfhood. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the slick tip of the wolf's cock stabbing into his butt cheeks as it searched for its target. After a few more thrusts the wolf hit bulls eye and an inch or two of its cock slipped through the man's ring. Scott paused for a second or two as his mind processed the feelings from his tip and then with a single powerful thrust of his hips he drove the remaining six inches of thick wolf meat deep into his coach's butt, the man squealing in pain and shock.

Mercilessly Scott bred the man pumping his rod in and out of the tight hole, driven on by the feeling of the tight hot passage sucking and squeezing his sensitive flesh. The harder he fucked the more his knot swelled up, pressing harder and harder against the tight hole, forcing the man's butt cheeks further and further apart. Snarling loudly the wolf took the man's neck in his powerful jaws, holding the bitch still as he bred it.

As he pounded the man's rump Scott felt the resistance suddenly give and his knot forced its way through coach's ring. The man screamed in agony and the wolf caught the scent of blood as the coach's flesh tore. Driven to further heights of lust Scott fucked his bitch harder, his knot battering the man's prostate until it could hold back no longer. With a loud moan the coach came, emptying spurt after spurt of cum over the floor. As the passage pulsed and contracted round his knot Scott grunted as his climax hit filling the bitch with his seed.

Involuntarily his jaws tightened and he was vaguely aware of bones cracking between his teeth and the taste of fresh blood flooding his muzzle. As his climactic high faded Scott became aware of the limp body beneath him, swearing to himself he had to wait until his knot had deflated enough to pull out. The coach's body cooling against him as the minutes passed.

As he scrolled through the coach's phone deleting all the pictures of himself Scott poked the body with his footpaw as if to confirm the inevitable.

"Damn." He muttered miserably "I am so gonna get grounded for this."

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