Revenge of the Water Polo Team

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This story is for all of us who got stuck with awful gym teachers. I hope you enjoy it. :)

Coach Bruce Broadstone – Coach of the football team –hung up his phone. His wife had kicked him out of the house again, so he was spending his evening in the athletic department office.

That’s when he received the text.

It was Coach Pendanski – The water polo coach.

“Hey Bruce. An emergency came up, so I have to take the day off tomorrow. Can you supervise the boys’ water polo practice tomorrow? Street clothes aren’t allowed on the pool deck, but you can borrow my coaching uniform.

“Normally I’d ask for two teachers to supervise, but you can handle it right?”

Could he handle it?! He was Bruce fucking Broadstone! Of course he could handle a bunch of speedo-wearing faggots! He could bench press two of them soaking wet! He could handle anything!

He rummaged through the closet for Pendanski’s uniform.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

The next day on the pool deck, the boys’ water polo team warmed up for their practice. Twenty speedo-clad boys did their warm up stretches.

Jacob eased through his warm up stretches. He loved how his muscles felt today. Free and uninhibited, as if he was naked. And he almost was!

Most of the boys wore school-standard black or navy speedos. Only Jacob was bold enough to wear a low-cut neon-green speedo to practice.

“Hey Jacob!”

Jacob looked over. His boyfriend Finn was watching him as he stretched.

Finn smirked. “Your suit might be illegal in some countries.”

He wasn’t wrong. The tight, skimpy garment rested low on Jacob’s hips. From the back, the neon green material hugged each of his taut ass cheeks. And from the front, the waistband dipped well below his belly button. His chiseled V-lines plunged into the front of his speedo, showing off his shaved pubic area, and barely covering his ample package.

Jacob grinned back. Finn was the one who bought him the suit in the first place. He knew that his boyfriend liked the view.

“Are you speedo police?” asked Jacob.

“I might have to inspect your goods,” said Finn.

“I have nothing to hide officer.”

“Oh I think you’re hiding something…” Finn whispered. He leaned into Jacob’s ear. “I might have to confiscate that suit….”

“Ahem!”

Both boys turned. Daryl was watching them with his arms folded across his chest, with worry on his face.

“Can you lovebirds save the flirting for after practice?” asked Daryl. “We’ve got a problem.”

“Oh? How?” asked Finn.

Daryl shook his head. “You didn’t hear? Broadstone’s supposed to coach practice today.”

“What! How?”

Coach Bruce Broadstone was the coach of the football team. He was also known for being a huge bully. Emphasis on both words.

The man was characterized by his big muscles, and even bigger ego.

The 6’4 man was a raging muscle-head. He’d scream homophobic slurs at anyone that did poorly in his gym classes. He once made a skinny ninth-grader run out of the gym crying. It was rumoured that he even handcuffed one of his football players to a change room bench when he came out as gay to his teammates.

The man was a huge homophobic asshole.

Jacob glanced at Finn, who had fury in his eyes. One of their gay friends ended up quitting the football team and transferring schools because of Broadstone.

One day, they’d have their revenge…

The boys heard Broadstone’s booming footsteps before he entered the pool deck.

*SLAM*

The staff office door opened, and out marched Coach Bruce Broadstone.

The boys turned and gaped at the sight.

There stood Coach Bruce Broadstone dressed in Coach Pendanski’s coaching uniform. But the similarities ended there. The muscular man had maintained his physique in old age. And there he stood in his almost-naked glory!

Pendanski’s windbreaker was draped across his broad shoulders like a cape, framing his hairy chest. A lanyarded whistle rested between his two pectorals. Compared to the smooth, toned boys of the water polo team, Bruce Broadstone looked huge!

A tiny black speedo hugged his hips. The top of his treasure trail stuck out from the low-hanging waistband of his speedo, and the top of his asscrack peeked out of his waistband. Through the thin material, you could see the silhouette of Broadstone’s cock and balls.

It was truly a sight to behold. The disrobed muscular man towered over the equally disrobed group of water polo boys.

Jacob noticed that some of his teammates were sporting bulges at the front of their speedos. Some of them tried to shield their growing erections with their hands. The other boys snickered under their breath.

For a moment, Jacob thought Broadstone was extremely sexy.

But then he opened his mouth…

“Alright boys! At attention!” Broadstone yelled.

The crowd of boys jolted up straight.

Broadstone yelled again. “Pendanski isn’t here today, so I’m in charge of whipping you faggots into shape! Understand?!”

The boys quickly nodded in fear of their lives.

“Now drop and gimme twenty!”

Practice was hell that day. Coach Broadstone bossed them around for two hours. The boys doubted if the practice was helping them improve. But Broadstone revelled in his power trip.

Dryland training was even worse. Coach Broadstone made a military drill sergeant look kind.

“You call that a pushup? Get your ass out of the air, boy!” And he slapped the boy’s ass with his bare hand.

“Yes, Coach.” Said the teary-eyed boy.

And that’s when it happened.

Just as Bruce leaned over the edge, his foot slipped on the edge of the pool. Everyone watched as Coach Bruce Broadstone tumbled headfirst into the water.

His black speedo and lanyard floated to the surface first.

Jacob grinned as he grabbed the speedo and lanyard off the surface of the water.

Finally, a naked Broadstone emerged from the water, wide-eyed and heaving for breath. [RC1]

Jacob glanced down into the water and grinned at the sight. “Hey Coach, did you lose something?” He held up the black speedo like a trophy.

Only then did Bruce realize his exposure. His face turned red. “Very funny faggot. Now give it back.”

“I’m sorry, what did you call me?” said Jacob.

“Faggot! Now gimme back my clothes!”

“No, I don’t think I will.” Jacob smirked.

“Fucking faggot!” Broadstone stumbled to the center of the pool, but he was comically sluggish in the water. Unlike the water polo boys, who had trained to jet through the water at high speeds, Broadstone had to drag his bulky body through chest-deep water.

“Fuck this gay sport,” he muttered under his breath.

The boys looked at each other and nodded. That was the last straw. Instantly, the boys pounced.

“Grab his arms!”

“Hold him down!”

“Grab his balls!”

“Get your fucking hands off me!”

It was a brutal struggle. Broadstone was a mountainous muscled behemoth of a man. In the weight room, Broadstone was unstoppable. But he was in water now. The man had never needed to jet through the water. His bulky body struggled to push through the water.

The boys were smaller, and faster in the water. And they outnumbered him twenty to one. They pursued him like a relentless pack of wolves. Coordinated. Focused. Deadly.

One boy jumped onto Bruce’s back and forced him into a chokehold.

Two other boys wrangled his arms.

For every boy that Bruce fended off, another would take his place. Soon, he was heaving for breath - 

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY COCK YOU FAGGOT!!!”

While his arms struggled against the onslaught of boys, his cock and balls were wide open! In all the chaos, Finn managed to tie his lanyard around his cock and balls. The lanyard tightened around his cock and balls like a noose.

Before long, Bruce found himself heaving for air. His once powerful arms felt leaden and heavy.

The boys wrestled his arms behind his back.

Broadstone had almost conceded…until Finn revealed what he was holding.

A shiny pair of metal handcuffs.

“No!” Coach Broadstone jolted awake. He tried to pull his arms free, but Finn got to him first…

*click*

He cuffed Bruce’s wrists behind his back.

“Where did you get those?!” Broadstone asked.

“Your office desk!” Finn grinned. He hoisted the handcuffs high, forcing Broadstone to kneel over.

Broadstone struggled to free his arms, but the metal cuffs held firm.

The water polo team stepped back to admire their prey.

There stood the captured Bruce Broadstone. The muscular man stood stark naked, with his hands cuffed behind his back, and his lanyard tied in a noose around his cock and balls. The whistle dangled below his scrotum like a leash. As Finn hoisted the cuffs higher, Broadstone was forced to lean further forward.

Broadstone was fuming. “Goddammit! Let me go! You can’t do this to me!”

But Jacob was adamant. He took the black speedo and tied it around Broadstone’s head, muffling the mountainous man’s protests into a neat cleave-gag.

He pulled on the lanyard around Broadstone’s balls.

“Mmmmph!!!” was all Broadstone could muster.

Jacob sneered at the captured coach. “The way I see it, we can do whatever we want to you… faggot.”

With Finn pulling on Broadstone’s leashed balls, the water polo team brought their prize into the boy’s change room.

They forced their prisoner onto the bench in the center of the change room. Before long, Broadstone was cuffed naked, flat against the bench, with his ass in the air. The speedo gag was secure in his mouth, and his bound cock and balls were exposed from every angle.

The water polo team stood in a circle around the bench, relishing their victory. Many boys took pictures of the outraged Broadstone with their phones.

The bound Broadstone struggled against his bonds, but they held firm. He was at the mercy of his captors’ whims. For the first time, his heart pounded in fear and anticipation of what these young boys might have planned for him.

Then, all at once, the boys’ hands groped him once more. Twenty pairs of hands caressed and fondled every exposed inch of his helpless body.

“Your body feels great, Coach!”

“You’re a big boy, aren’t you?”

“Flex those muscles for us!”

Every muscle in Broadstone’s body was massaged and probed. They pinched his nipples. They massaged his inner thighs. They even fondled his bound cock and balls. One boy gave his ass cheek a squeeze.

Goddammit! Bruce grunted into his gag, protesting the uninvited inspection of his body. But it was no use. The boys had him completely restrained, and they were merciless. What more, the boy on his dick refused to let go!

They were toying with him. And worst of all, it was working! The extra attention on his cock started to take effect.

Bruce’s breath hitched as he tried to resist. He pulled at his bindings, desperately trying to break free. But it was inevitable. Slowly, against his will, his cock swelled.

“Hey look guys! Broadstone’s got himself a big, stiff dick!”

“You like being touched by faggots, eh Coach?”

Bruce’s face flushed red. His wife had been angry at him for the past two weeks. She refused to give him sex. Bruce had been holding his blue balls for over two weeks. And they were heavy and full of cum.

Bruce turned away in rage and embarrassment. Every macho man was horny sometimes. But to be horny at the hands of these smaller boys was too much for Bruce. And yet despite all of his willpower, his cock continued to harden.

Soon, Broadstone’s cock was rock hard, standing at attention up against his abs. Finn tightened the lanyard around Broadstone’s cock and balls, forming a tight cock ring around Broadstone’s cock. Broadstone had no choice but to stay hard.

Finn grinned. “Can’t have you going soft on us, eh Coach?”

“Mmmmphhh!!!” Bruce tried to elbow the kid in the face, but the cuffs held his arms down. “Yphuu fphggots are dphead when I break out ophf hphere!!”

*crack*

“AHHHH!!!” Bruce screamed into his gag.

A wet towel whipped through the air, where it lashed against Bruce’s taut ass cheek.

Jacob watched as Broadstone’s ass cheek bounced in the recoil.

“Woah! Look at his ass! Is that why they call him Broadstone?”

The boys took turns spanking Broadstone’s ass with wet towels. Broadstone struggled to see where the strikes were coming from, but the boys kept him trussed up. He couldn’t anticipate their attacks. Every lash brought a stinging pain to his butt cheeks. And yet, his cock grew harder still. Soon, a drop of precum began to form at the head of his cock.

“Hey! He’s starting to cum!”

“You like being spanked by little boys, don’t you Coach?”

Bruce protested into his gag, but he was helpless to stop the boys’ assault on his exposed body.

But then he felt a singular finger circling his exposed hole…

“MMMPHHH!!” Bruce bucked against his bindings. Not his hole! Anything but his hole!

The boys delighted in their control. Their wild stallion was trussed and biting at the bit.

They watched as Broadstone fought against his cuffs. He pulled at the ropes and cuffs holding him against the bench. They watched as Broadstone’s skin developed a thin sheen of sweat, as he struggled against their probing fingers. He flexed his arms. He squeezed his legs. He squirmed with every muscle in his body.

But it was futile.

Finn continued teasing the bound stallion’s hole. He traced his finger around the entrance, tickling and teasing the sensitive area. Finn knew the intricacies of pleasuring a man’s body. He knew exactly what to do. He traced a path in-between Broadstone’s balls and hole. With two fingers, he massaged Broadstone’s perineum.

Fuck… A muffled moan escaped Bruce’s lips.

Jacob grinned. His hand wrapped around Broadstone’s hardening cock. Slowly, he stroked it up and down.

Up and down…

Up….

And down…

“Mmmphhh…”

Bruce gasped as the young twink pleasured his cock. A part of him felt disgusted that he was turned on because of this faggot. But he was so awash in arousal radiating from his cock that he didn’t care. His resistance was crumbling fast.

Before long, his cock was throbbing, and flat against his abs. A clear drop of precum formed at the tip of his rock hard cock. The lanyard tied around his cock and balls kept his cock engorged. He desperately needed to cum.

Finn smiled. “This bull is ready for breeding.” He pulled on the lanyard reigns.

Bruce felt a dull ache in his balls as the lanyard stretched his balls away from his scrotum.

Finn began to spread Broadstone’s reddened ass cheeks, revealing his untouched hole.

“No! Please! Not there!” protested Broadstone. But the gag muffled his protests.

Finn began licking Broadstone’s ass, lubing it up with his spit.

“Ohhhh!...” For a moment, despite the invasion, Coach found himself gasping in pleasure.

Jacob smiled as he watched his boyfriend rim Broadstone’s muscular ass. He was no stranger to the magical effects of Finn’s tongue.

Finally, it was time. Finn pulled down his speedo. His cock was already rock hard, and dripping with precum. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” He grinned. He aimed his cock at Broadstone’s exposed hole.

A single thrust, and he was in.

Jacob watched as his 5’6 twink boyfriend plowed the 6’4 stallion. And the muscular Broadstone was helpless to stop him.

The boys watched as Broadstone moaned and gasped like an animal in heat. They couldn’t tell if it was from pain, or pleasure, but Broadstone began to buck into Finn’s thrusting pelvis. His cock somehow grew even harder as Finn rammed into his prostate with all his might.

One by one, all the boys had their turn with the tamed stallion. Some of them fucked Broadstone’s hole even further. Others simply jacked off over Coach’s twitching torso. But every boy shot a huge volley of cum across the bound Broadstone’s chest. Rivers of white-hot cum pooled between the crevices of his pectorals and abs. Some of it trickled down the sides of his body.

“Please… No more…” he moaned.

One by one, all the other boys had their turn, and then left to go home. Only Jacob remained.

Bruce lay silent against the bench. Cum coated every inch of his body.

Jacob smiled. “Are you gonna be a good little fag?”

Bruce nodded.  

Jacob untied Broadstone, but left his cuffs on. “Kneel.” said Jacob.

And Bruce obeyed. The beast was subdued.

Jacob removed the balled up speedo from Broadstone’s mouth. He pulled down his own speedo, uncovering his rock hard cock.

“Suck it, boy.” He commanded.

Bruce hesitated at first, but the slight tug on his balls made him think twice. He opened wide, and took Jacob’s cock into his mouth.

Coach Broadstone was a sloppy head. He’d clearly never sucked a cock before. But it wasn’t about pleasure for Jacob. It was about teaching Broadstone a lesson.

Finally, he pulled out of Broadstone’s mouth. He stroked his cock until he finally came on Broadstone’s face and chest. Every volley coated Broadstone’s chin, and dripped down onto his chest.

Simultaneously, without any stroking, Bruce felt his cock erupt in a thick stream of creamy cum, mixing with the rivers of cum on the floor.

Jacob grinned. He dangled the handcuff keys in front of Broadstone’s face. He paused for a moment, then dropped them on the floor.

“See you later, faggot.” smirked Jacob. And he left Broadstone in the change room alone.

The team never had Broadstone as their substitute coach again, but since that day, everyone noticed that Broadstone was a different man.

He no longer yelled at kids.

He no longer called people faggots.

And he no longer beat people up.

No one at school could tell what caused this overnight transformation.

But the water polo team knew. They never mentioned it in front of Coach Pendanski, but they’d grin about the experience in the change room. And every now and then, they’d exchange pictures and jack off together.

“You’re pretty sexy when you take charge like that.” Finn smirked at Jacob as they warmed up for practice.

“Did you want to try it?” Jacob smirked back.

“Let’s focus on our games next week first.” Said Finn.

Next week was their big game at the neighbouring, and Coach Pendanski was asking for chaperones.

Maybe they’d ask Broadstone again…