Hypnotized Coach
I used that Hypnotized Bara generator @ https://en.shindanmaker.com/571193 and felt inspired to write my result. I haven't written any furry smut in forever, so this was fun.
Hypnotized Bara (Humans and Kemos)
Kay unpreventable stupefied a chubby wolf teacher. He was busy working, too focused on what he was doing… Kay approached him and shoved the man's face in their armpit, allowing mind-altering musk to do the hard work.
John was timid. His eyes dashing at the gym teacher, Mr Wade, every time he took a lap. Coach Wade was a pudgier wolf, not practicing what he taught. At least so the tiger Andy said out loud and was the reason their class was running laps. John was starting to fall behind the rest of the class, he wasn't out of shape, but he wasn't in shape either. Nor was he on league with any of the football team that he was in class with.
“Aww Coach, the human can't keep up!" The quarterback lion Tony joked as he ran past me.
Coach Wade laughed, “If you can't keep up John, you're going to have to stay after with me."
John's cheeks would have flushed red, if they weren't already red from exertion. He would do anything to not have to stay, as much as he would like to.
Class ended and John had thought he did well, but the way Coach Wade was eyeing him made his stomach feel funny. He didn't say anything when John walked to the locker room with the rest of the class. John was always the last to change, instead fidgeting with the things in his locker. Most of the class had filtered out going back to the dorms and Tony was leaving when he saw Dave.
“Coasts clear dude," Tony said and winked at him. Dave blushed at looked away. He was out of the closet but he didn't like when people made a big deal of it. He didn't like when anyone made a big deal out of anything prefer to stay in the shadows. Out of sight, out of mind. Unfortunately that doesn't work when your Gym teacher calls you into his office while you're trying to walk to the showers.
John tentatively walked in and Wade didn't look up from his piece of paper rather he just motioned to the chair next to him. Coach Wade didn't believe in having 'walls' between him and the students, so his desk was pushed against the wall and his chair paralleled the guest chairs.
It was only when John sat down did he notice how hot it was in Coach Wade's office. The AC had been broken for some time, but there was enough ventilation in the locker rooms and gymnasium that he didn't really notice it. However, in Coach's office he could feel his pores open again and he could see Coach's shirt was damp with sweat. John's face went red as he tried to looking away from Coach, but he couldn't help himself. The anthro wolf must have been in his fifties. His dark black fur graying around his face and white at his chin. His white shirt pulled up over his stomach just slightly, but enough that John could clearly make out his treasure trail in all it's dark coarse glory. Extra fur pulling out from the Coach's tank top drew John's gaze there. Coach's musk wisping it's way to his nose.
John just realized that his daydreaming had made him painfully erect and Wade's papers had stopped rustling. His eyes darted to his Coach, who was staring at John's bulge.
He was confused and wasn't sure what was happening, “Umm Coach?"
“Mmmmmmm" Coach Wade acknowledged him.
“Uuh.. You okay?"
“I'mmmm fiiiine," Coach repeated, but John didn't quite believe him. His speech was slurred and breathy, as if he was about to fall asleep. And he was still staring at John's dick, which was still trying to reveal itself.
“You wanted to talk to me?" John was started to get scare. Coach was normally a verbose man. Saying what he wanted, when he wanted it. This mumbling wasn't like the big wolf. He stood up, determined to find someone to help.
Coach's arm snapped out to grab John, and in his still slurred voice said, “I wanted… you." John gasped at the declaration and Coach used the opportunity to pull him down and start kissing the teenager. The wolves long tongue didn't have any resistance as it entered John's mouth. John did his best to keep up with Coach's tongue but his human one was no match.
John's hands went under the Coach's shirt to massaged his pecs. They were perfect as far as John was concerned. Rough fur covered the soft fatty muscle. When Coach reached his hand down the back of John's pants and started massaging his ass, the muscles under Coach's pec started flexing and that only encouraged John on.
They stopped kissing so Coach could remove John's shirt. John used the opportunity to dive right into licking Coach's armpit. Which wasn't something Coach was normally into, but the more and more john licked at his musk the more and more turned on he got.
Both were leaking copious amounts of pre and it was starting to stain through their shorts. Without interrupting John, Coach started to pull down John's shorts and jockstrap. A wave of John's scent attacked Coach and went straight to his cock, which was having issues pushing it's way out of it's sheath because of Coach's tight jockstrap. Coach lifted John's jock and took a big whiff of it, his eyes rolled upwards and his body tensed. John looked up at Coach to see if something was wrong and when it wasn't he smiled and said, “You know, you're old enough to be my dad."
Coach's body relaxed and in that slurred voice he said, “I'm… your dad…" Then with the sudden sternness he said “You're father." He grabbed John around the waist, turned him around and push him into the computer desk. John groaned, but that turned into a moan as Wade started to devour his ass.
The wolves canines nicked at the tender flesh, and the long tongue pushed at his opening. John's back arched and Coach held him in place firmly. With enough licking John's ass opened and the wolves tongue dived into the opening. John gasped and tried to close his ass, the sensations were too much, but he was to late. Coach reached down and pulled down his pants and jock just enough for his cock to spring out. A wave a musk overtook the office and John moaned.
“You like the smell of your Father, boy?" Coach asked with his stern voice as he pulled away from John's asshole. He moved up so he was whispering in the boy's ear.
Even if John wasn't lost in lost, this entire situation touched on all of his kinks, he couldn't help himself he had to reply. “Yyyess," He moaned out breathlessly.
Coach's dick was hot-dogged between John's ass cheeks, the swelling knot pushing against the John's ass. “Do you like being used like son? Do you like your father pressing against your ass?"
“I doo," John moaned. “And I know you fuck all your boys like this. I'm just another in a long line of sons who love to get used by you." John muttered under his breath.
“Of fucking course you are." Coach replied and pulled his pelvis back, his dick pulling out from John's ass until the tip fell into his gaping hole. Then with one forceful thrust his dick pushed into John all the way up to the knot.
John moaned and curled backwards, his back arching as far up as it could go. Coach's stomach pressing into John's arched back. With one hand Coach held John back against him and the other hand went right above John's leaking dick. John moaned so loudly it echoed in the adjacent locker rooms and Coach smirked. “Good boy," the canine said to John.
“Imma.." John replied, “Justa *MOAN* tool for you."
“Of course you are bitch." Coach pulled all the way around and thrusted again. John was turning into jelly. “Why do you think you're the only naked one?" Coach thrusted again and John whimpered. “You disgrace me as a son. That's why I'm taking possession of you." Another thrust and John tried to laid down but coach kept his hand around John's throat holding him in place and against his large stomach. “You're a bitch, can't even keep up on the field, I should let the other team have their way with you." Another large thrust and the zipper on Coach's capri shorts cut into John. He would have whimpered if he could have but he was just a gibbering mess. “You'll bathe in their cum all day long. Their little gift when they do well." Coach thrusted against and John was now just whimpering, his dick spasming, just need to be touched, but Coach's hand was just out of reach.
“But you'll always be my bitch son." Coach said and with one last thrust, pushed his knot into John, and that was it for John, all the dirty talk and rough handling, he finally came. Cum rushed out of his dick spraying the desk. Coach rolled backwards onto his chair dragging John and his leaking cock by the knot. When he fell back into his chair, his dick pushed even further into John and John let out another moan. The boyish scream finally sent coach over the end and he started emptying his load into the small human.
All the cum rushed into John, the knot doing it's job and making sure it stayed where it was suppose to. Coach turned John around so the boy could lay against his chest and two drifted off like that. Coach fully dressed, his knotted dick in the under-aged naked boy on his chest.
Wade tried getting his office back in order. John's smell was finally starting to leave his nose and it left him wondering what came into him. It was like the smell of the human had pulled him in and controlled him. He wasn't complaining, just wishing they would have been slightly more careful in their rutting. He was picking up various things that fell of his desk when he found John's soiled jockstrap. Images flashed back of the human, enlarged stomach full of cum and ass stretched wide, waddling around looking for it. When he picked it up he could feel all those drives rushing back and then he heard the quarterback lion Tony yell from the locker room, “Coach? You in here?" And Wade grew a devious smirk, after all, a proper dad need some boys.