“Now,” I said deliberately as I fastened the batting glove around my left wrist and stretched my fingers inside it. “I think you and I have some training to do. I can’t have my boys disobeying Coach’s orders, can I?”
Mike glared at me. “I’m not doing it,” he said. “Nothing you can do is going to make me horny, Tom. I mean it. Now turn the game back on.”
I could tell that he really was mad at me, but my stubborn streak was in control at the moment, and I was determined to have him begging me to fuck him. Spreading my legs, I started to rub my crotch slowly, my fingers working on the head of my prick. “Oh, come on,” I teased. “Don’t you want Coach to show you his nice big cock?”
Mike grunted. He was angry, but I could tell he was having to try really hard not to look at my dick. The man is a born slave to a big cock, and he worshipped my tool whenever he could. I knew it was killing him not to watch me stroke my dick to life, especially the way it stretched underneath the confining skin of my uniform pants, pointing straight up inside the grip of the jock.
“Looks like someone’s getting a little hard-on,” I said, reaching over to squeeze the bulge between his legs. He twisted his lower body to one side, trying to get away from me, but not before I’d gotten a handful of his stiffening dick.
“Fuck you,” he snarled.
I pulled away. “Is that any way to talk to your coach?” I bellowed. “It looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson in showing respect.”
I grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled the buttons open roughly, yanking the pants down his legs and off him. He was wearing a pair of white boxers underneath, and his prick made a nice little rise along his thigh. I especially liked the way the white line of the boxers cut across the blond-brown hair on his legs and belly, neatly severing the thick spray that rose up from his crotch to flood out across what I could see of his torso below his T-shirt.
Standing next to him, I ran my finger lightly over his skin, feeling bumps leap up under my touch and his muscles flutter as I stroked him. “Now,” I said, looking into his angry gray eyes, “since you’re so determined not to get hard for your coach, we’re going to make a little wager. I’m going to show you just what’s under this here uniform. If you manage to stay soft, you go free and get to see your game. But if this cock gets all hard for me, then I’m going to take it out on that sweet ass of yours. We’re going to see what’s more important to you—baseball or dick. Understood?”
Mike’s face went red as he thought about what was going to happen. He knew he was going to lose, but he was going to try his damnedest not to, and that would be torture for him. “You’re a sick fucking bastard,” he said.
Moving back to the foot of the bed, I looked down at Mike, his wrists bound so neatly to the rails of the bed, his balls and cock covered by the thin veil of his boxers like the face of a beautiful woman. He was still wearing his Braves T-shirt and hat and looked like any jock plucked straight from the locker room of a ball club and dropped into my bedroom. The sight of him all tied up like that made my dick stretch another inch or two. Never taking my eyes off his face, I grabbed the edge of my jersey and started to lift it over my chest. Mike loves my heavily muscled chest, the dark hair covering it in soft swirls. His favorite thing is to shoot a thick load right into my fur and then lick it off again, rubbing his face from my neck to my cock.
I could tell he was trying not to think about drenching me in his spunk as I showed him inch after inch of my torso. I pulled the jersey over my head and dropped it to the floor. “You like Coach’s chest, boy?” I teased as I rubbed my hand over my belly and flexed my muscles. “You thinking about how it would feel to have your balls rubbing across this fur while I eat out your ass and you suck my cock?”
Mike’s dick moved beneath the skin of his boxers, the head swelling a little, and he gritted his teeth. “Up yours,” he spat out.
I pinched one of my nipples between my fingers, rubbing it slowly while I lifted my other arm and showed Mike the forest of damp hair beneath it. Turning my head, I ran my tongue across the bunched muscles of my bicep and licked at the tangle of black. “Nice and sweaty,” I said between licks. “Just like a coach’s pit should be. All ready for some smart-ass boy to wash clean.”
Mike’s cock was half-hard now, jutting out across his leg while he tried to will it back down. I knew I had him, and I moved my hands to the drawstring holding my pants closed. My cock was at full attention now and was pressed painfully against my groin. Unlacing the string, I loosened the uniform pants and pushed them down my hips so that just the tip of my straining prick poked out. Mike groaned audibly as he saw his favorite toy.
“Now, now,” I said. “This is only for the boys who know how to play nice. The ones who do just what Coach says.” I pushed the pants down further so that Mike could see my jock.
“Go play with yourself,” he snarled, throwing his head back against the pillows.
Almost immediately, he knew he’d made his fatal mistake. Removing my sneakers, I pulled the pants off completely, standing in front of Mike in nothing but a very full jockstrap and my batting glove. My dick stretched a good three inches over the edge of the jock, and Mike couldn’t take his eyes off of it. His prick was almost fully hard, and there was a small stain on the white fabric where he was leaking precum.
“Be careful there,” I mocked him. “You get any bigger and Coach will have to use that thing for batting practice.”
Mike looked down at his rapidly extending dick and then back at me. “You haven’t won yet,” he said, swallowing heavily.
I started to pull the jock off, letting it slip slowly down my thick shaft and hairy thighs. The whole time I was stripping, I told Mike exactly what I was going to do with him once the jock was off. “I’m going to stick it right up your tight ass,” I said huskily as I showed him more of my engorged stick. “You know you want Coach to spread your nice sweet cheeks and push his big tool inside. Want to feel him pushing deep inside your hot shitter. Want to feel him shoot his stud load in your nasty hole.”
Mike’s dick was hard as a rock now, tenting out his boxers where it rose up from his groin. He knew it was all over for him. Still, he was resisting, and I didn’t stop teasing him. “Maybe you want to suck Coach off before he fucks you,” I said as I finally slipped the jock down my thighs and let my balls swing free. My prick flopped down and hung over my smooth, heavy sac, the head swollen and red from being constricted for so long. “Slide your mouth along the shaft until you feel my bush against your face. Think you could take the whole thing in?” I gave my cock a couple of quick strokes, urging from the lips a thin stream of silvery drool that hung swinging in the air for a moment before falling to the floor.
Taking the jock off, I balled it up and went over to the bed. Gripping the waistband of Mike’s boxers, I ripped them cleanly down the center. His cock sprang up from his belly, and I grabbed it, gripping the shaft painfully in the hand covered by the batting glove. “Looks like you lose,” I said. Mike was silent, looking at me like he wanted to rip my heart out. I squeezed his dick again, sliding my hand up and down the shaft. “Time for a little coaching session.”
The next thing I felt was Mike spitting on me, a wet spray slamming into my cheek. “Go screw yourself,” he said evenly.
I put my hand to my cheek and felt the thin film of spit on skin. He hadn’t really tried very hard, just enough to defy me. He knew he would pay for it later, and the thought aroused me. It also made me a little mean. Bringing my hand away from my cheek, I slapped Mike hard across the mouth. I saw his face tighten and felt his cock jump in my hand, and knew it had excited him.
“Don’t you ever disobey Coach again, boy,” I said menacingly. “Or it’s back to the bench for good. Now, just to make sure nothing like that ever happens again, I think I’ll have to find something to keep your mouth shut.” Picking up the jock, I shoved the filthy thing between his lips. He gagged as he got a taste of the funky crotch, but after a minute he wa
s sucking on the fouled pouch, tasting my piss and old cum.
“That’s right,” I said, jerking his cock slowly. “Chew on coach’s jock. You taste that cum? That’s from all the other boys I’ve fucked in the locker room before you. Stuck my big dick right up their asses and shot my load while they squealed for me to stop, just like I’m going to do to you later if you’re a good boy. Made them suck my prick first, too. But you’re not going to get any of this meat. Not after the way you behaved.”
Mike’s cock was throbbing in my hand as I talked to him, and I milked drop after drop of sticky lube from his piss lips. “Think about it,” I told him as I jerked him off. “Imagine coach bending some nice sweet ass over the changing bench and sliding his cock right up that rosy butthole. Picture the guy’s knuckles turning white as I stretch his hole out wider and wider and he grips the wood to keep steady. Think about his balls and cock slapping his stomach every time I drive home inside him.”
Mike started to moan, thrusting his hips against my hand. I could tell he was close to shooting as he imagined me fucking some other man. I teased him some more. “Can’t you just feel your asshole gripping my tool?” I whispered. “Can’t you just feel yourself sliding up and down this big fucking cock, you little whore? Maybe I should let the whole team have a turn at your fucking slutty ass, let them all stick their big pieces of man meat in you while I make you lick my asshole. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Mike’s whole body was tight with anticipation as he fucked my hand. His eyes were closed, and he was mouthing the jock wildly as I worked on his prick. He was only seconds from spraying his load all over my forearm when I stopped suddenly. His eyes flew open, begging me to bring him off. I could hear him whining for me to carry him over. Instead, I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Sorry, but Coach has some things to do in the office. Why don’t you just lie here while he takes care of them. Then, if you’ve learned your lesson, he just might be nice to you when he gets back.”
I stood up, leaving him thrashing around on the bed. Taking two more ties from the drawer, I grabbed his legs and secured his ankles to the other end of the bed, so that he was lying helpless, his mouth filled with my dirty jock and his cock stiff and waiting between his legs with no way for him to bring himself off. He was still screaming at me through the material blocking his throat as I walked into the living room and turned on the television.
I turned up the volume on the game broadcast just enough so that he could hear it without being able to make out the words. I knew he was going nuts tied to the bed and missing the Series, and the thought made me horny as hell. I sat through two innings, thinking about him and stroking my cock to the point of exploding several times, each time stopping before I came. The batting glove I was wearing scratched my shaft deliciously, and by the time the last out was called, my balls were blue with frustration and I was ready for a good workout with Mike’s ass.
When I went back into the bedroom, his cock was just as stiff as it had been when I’d left. I could tell by the way the bedclothes were messed up and by the redness of the skin around his wrists and ankles that he had tried hard to get away. I stood by his head and let my cock hang close to his mouth while I stroked it some more, a few drops of dick slime falling onto the jock. “Great game,” I said. “Score’s three to five, but I can’t remember who’s ahead. Too bad you’re missing it.”
Mike said something through his gag that I couldn’t make out. I pulled the jock from his mouth, and he breathed in great gulps of air. “I am going to fucking kill you,” he shouted. “This is really fucking cruel.”
I tugged on his balls, making his cock slap against his stomach. “Big words,” I said, “But this tells me you want something else.” He shut up. I tossed the jock on the bedside table and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist so that I was sitting on his prick. “Now keep quiet and I won’t have to gag you again.”
Grabbing the neck of his T-shirt, I ripped it down the center, just as I had done to his shorts. As it fell away, I saw his beautiful chest, the small pink nipples poking up from the nest of hair that went right up to his neck. He was really beautiful, all tied up like that, and I wanted to fuck him badly. I pinched one between my fingers and felt him rise up beneath me. “Oh, you like that, do you?” I said.
Mike didn’t answer, so I pinched his tit harder, making him cry out a little. “Do you like that?” I asked again.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes, Coach, I like that.”
“Much better,” I said, and started massaging his tits the way I knew would drive him crazy, pinching the nipples while I pulled them out. Soon he was groaning loudly, telling me not to stop. His cock between my cheeks was beating steadily as blood pumped into it. My own prick was stretched out along the valley of his belly, pointing right up at his chest as I worked him over. The feeling of it sliding along his soft fur was maddening, like a hundred fingers jerking me off at once.
“Please,” he moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
“Why should I do anything for you?” I asked, ceasing my tit play. “You haven’t been a very good team player today.”
“I’ll be good,” he said breathlessly. “I’ll do anything for you, Coach.”
“Like what?” I said.
“Suck your dick,” he whined. “I’ll suck your dick.”
I thought for a few seconds, letting him wait. “No,” I said. “Not yet. Something else.”
Mike whimpered softly as he thought. “I’ll eat your ass,” he said quietly. “Please, Coach, let me eat your ass.”
That’s what I wanted to hear. Moving slowly, I turned around so that my ass was facing him, my cockhead dragging on his chest. Pushing back, I pressed my sweaty, unwashed asshole right against his mouth. “Lick it,” I ordered, “And do a good job.”
Mike dove right in, his tongue making broad swirls around the thick hair of my crack. It felt great, and I ground my ass hard against him, urging him inside until his nose was tight against me. He obliged, darting his tongue into my shitter and lapping up the sweat and funk waiting for him. I let him eat out my ass for a while, enjoying the way he ran his tongue over the curves of my ass before returning to my hole and pushing his face right into it. My mouth was right over his cock, but I didn’t touch it, instead breathing heavily over the flushed skin and making him crazy with desire.
“You’re doing a pretty good job on that ass,” I said. “Maybe I’ll let you wash my cock off now. It’s pretty dirty from my workout. You think you can handle that?”
“Hmmff,” he said, his voice blocked by the fact that his mouth was sucking at my asshole.
I pulled away. “What did you say, boy?”
I could hear him sucking in air as he tried to catch his breath. “I said yes, Coach, I need to suck your dick.”
I swung myself around and grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Good,” I said, stuffing his gaping mouth with my prick. “You’d better or there will be no playing for you for a long time.”
Mike gagged as I slammed my cock down his throat, but he took it all. When I had the whole thing down his pipe, I started humping his face mercilessly. His lips sucked eagerly at my shaft as I pulled my head out and teased him with it, keeping it just inside his teeth before choking him again. His tongue swirled around and around my head as he searched for the drops of precum I fed him steadily.
“Can’t you do any better than that?” I asked, using my hand to guide his head up and down my tool. “Suck Coach’s big cock, you little pussy. Work it like a real man, not like some cheerleader whore.”
Mike worked his way back down my dick until I was once more deep in his throat, drawing every bit of me into him and sucking eagerly. Putting my hands on the top rail of the headboard, I stretched out over him and pumped my hips slowly, fucking his helpless face as I watched his lips slide along the pale skin of my cock. My balls slapped against his bearded chin with each thrust, scratching the sensitive skin of my sac deliciously. He was gasping for air w
henever I pulled out, and I gave him just enough time to suck in a small breath before plunging back into him. He looked so beautiful with my prick in his mouth that I wanted to shoot a load all over his face. But I was saving that for another hole, one he was going to be begging me to fill.
Pulling out of him, I held my dick in my hand and slapped his cheeks with it while he tried futilely to lick it. Soon his cheeks were covered with prick juice and his own spit, and he was begging loudly for my cock. “You want my cock?” I said contemptuously, holding it just out of reach. “Tell me why the coach should give a little pussy like you who can’t even play ball my cock?”
“Because I need it,” he said. “I need it now.”
“What do you want Coach to do?” I said.
“Fuck me,” Mike begged. “Fuck my goddamned asshole with your fat fucking cock. Shove it in there until I scream.”
“Yeah,” I growled. “That’s right. You beg for it, baby. Beg for Coach to fuck your dirty little ass. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please,” Mike sobbed, practically crying now. “I want it so fucking bad I can’t stand it. I want you to rip me apart with that big fucking tool. Shove it in me, please.”
Reaching behind me, I untied the bonds that held Mike’s legs down. Spreading his thighs, I knelt between them and, pushing his knees back, looked down into his pucker. Running my hand over his cheeks, I slapped him hard, the batting glove making a soft thud when it connected with his flesh. He grunted, and I slapped him again. Wetting a finger in my mouth, I pierced his ass ring in one quick jab that made his whole body jump. I fingered him roughly, still rubbing his ass with the batting glove while he moaned and squirmed. I slipped another finger into him and fucked him steadily.
“I don’t know,” I teased. “You’re pretty loose. I’m not sure your slutty ass is tight enough for Coach’s dick. I need something nice and snug around my prick to make me shoot.”
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