John's Punishment
For the first time in what felt like forever, Coach Ryerson felt free. Even better, he felt powerful. Over the last few decades, Ryerson had dedicated the best years of his life to help younger, luckier men achieve their dreams. He tirelessly worked with his team on and off the field, coaching countless of his students to the big league. He didn’t ask for much in return; all he wanted was the respect of his players. He needed to feel like all of his hard work meant something. So when someone had started stealing his clothes a few months ago, it had been a huge blow to his ego.
He had gone home and ranted to his husband of how betrayed he felt. Brody had been very smpathetic of Ryerson’s situation, having seen firsthand how much his husband cared about his students.
“You need to teach those boys a lesson,” Brody had suggested, perusing the bookshelf that contained his spellbooks. Brody had short grey hair and a neatly trimmed beard, with a lean but well toned physique.
“How? I don’t even know who’s stealing from me. It could be any of the players. Or all of them,” Ryerson moped, “Besides, the college wouldn’t let me do anything anyways. They’d side with the players, saying ‘boys will be boys’.”
“Luckily you’re married to me,” Brody smirked at Ryerson, grabbing the tome he’d been searching for. “All I need to do is put a spell on your clothes, and the magic will take care of identifying AND punishing the culprit.”
“Not a bad idea,” Ryerson had nodded in agreement. “What kind of spell?”
“You’ll have to wait and see,” Brody winked, leaning in for a kiss.
Now, inhabiting the body of one of his players, Ryerson felt unstoppable. He didn’t care about the rules anymore, or what was right or wrong. He was going to do what he wanted, and right now Ryerson wanted John. He flashed John a cocky grin, slowly strutting across the locker room. His massive cock was rock hard, the swollen mushroom head dripping with precum.
“I know you want me, John,” Coach growled seductively, reaching out and gently running his fingers across John’s chest. “I’ve seen the way you stare at me during practice. I know all about your little crush.”
Ryerson slid his hand down John’s torso, caressing the younger man’s chiseled abs. Ryerson’s touch was electric, sending sparks of ecstacy throughout John’s whole body. John wanted to tell his Coach to stop, but being in such close proximity to Ryerson was making him disoriented; it was difficult to focus or resist.
“I…I don’t understand what’s happening…” John muttered in a daze. He needed to get away, needed to get help for Aaron. His boyfriend had miraculously transformed into the beast of a man standing before him, but the panic that John initially felt was quickly subsiding. He knew this was all wrong, but he found it difficult to care. The spell was amplifying John’s pre-existing crush on Ryerson, leaving John in his Coach’s thrall.
“It’s okay, John,” Ryerson leaned in and whispered soothingly in John’s ear, his touch continuing to slide down John’s body. Finally reaching John’s crotch, Coach took a firm grip of John’s erect member through the underwear. He slowly started to stroke his hand along John’s shaft, and John let out a moan in pleasure.
“Doesn’t that feel good, John?” Coach asked.
“Yes, but…Aaron,” John stammered, trying to focus his thoughts. The harder he tried to think about his boyfriend, the more clouded his mind was becoming. It was becoming increasingly difficult for John to think of anything but Coach Ryerson.
Ryerson took John by the hand and led him over to one of the wooden benches. Coach pushed John onto the bench, forcing him into a seated position. The veiny head of Ryerson’s dick was mere inches away from John’s lips, leaking a delicious trail of precum. Not able to control his desires, John leaned forward and hungrily licked up Ryerson’s precum with his tongue.
“Go on, John,” Coach moaned encouragingly, running his hands through John’s jet black hair, “Suck on it.”
The sweaty musk emanating from Ryerson’s cock and balls was intoxicating. Thoughts of Aaron and everything else quickly faded from John’s mind, until his single thought was Coach Ryerson. Gingerly, he parted his lips and took in the tip of Coach Ryerson’s cock. Ryerson grabbed hold of the back of John’s head as he began to thrust his dick into the other man’s mouth. John had limited experience sucking dick; he’d only previously sucked off Aaron, who had a considerably shorter and thinner cock than Coach. John nearly gagged as he sucked on Ryerson, but relaxed his jaw and started to tongue the swollen tip of his mentor’s member. His gag reflex subsided and John started to bob his head back and forth, taking in more and more of Coach’s cock until the man’s big hairy balls were smacking him in the face.
“Yes!” Ryerson cried out ecstatically. His whole body was tensing, craving release.
John could feel Ryerson’s body began to seize up and knew that his Coach must have been getting close. He increased the momentum of his thrusts, pulling his own cock out from his briefs and jerking himself. He wanted to taste Ryerson’s sweet and salty seed more than anything.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Coach grunted, his hips spasming as his dick erupted. John hungrily swallowed Coach Ryerson’s seed as it was pumped directly into his mouth and down his throat. It was the most exquisite thing he’d ever tasted, and he wanted every last drop. After several seconds, the spurts of cum finally subsided and Coach Ryerson slowly slid his dick from John’s mouth.
“Fuck, Coach,” John panted breathlessly, wiping away some excess semen that was dripping down his chin, “That was insanely hot.”
“We’re just getting started, stud,” Coach Ryerson laughed mischievously, looking down at his student and giving him a wink.
Coach pulled John back to his feet. John was still in a daze, his body on autopilot as it responded to Coach’s touch. Ryerson knelt down in front of John, picking up the boxers he’d discarded on the floor earlier. He slid John’s briefs down the young man’s legs, giving John’s exposed erection a few strokes. Ryerson maneuvered his own boxers up John’s legs and over his crotch, snapping the waistband at John’s hips.
“Coach…?” John struggled to regain his composure, afraid of what the boxers would do to him.
“Come on John, don’t you want the body of a real man?” Coach Ryerson smirked.
John could feel the boxers heat up; a strange, pleasing sensation flowed into his body from the underwear. The power entering his body filled him with bliss, and John felt like he was about to cream any second.
Ryerson watched on as the changes began, beating off his own dick all the while. John grew taller, going from a height of 5’7 to 6’1. His feet expanded as his legs bulked up, growing thick with muscle while losing some of their definition. John’s tight firm ass rounded out, a soft layer of fat cushioning his butt. He moaned in pleasure, reaching a hand down to his crotch as he felt his cock start to expand. His average sized dick grew four inches longer and doubled in girth until it was the same size as Coach’s package. John’s balls dropped, swelling to the size of oranges as they quickly filled with cum.
John’s chest began to swell with muscle and fat. He’d had the lean defined frame of a runner, but that quickly disappeared as he packed on the pounds. His pecs inflated with muscle while his abs bulged outwards, leaving him with a small round belly. His shoulders broadened while his biceps thickened with definition, the veins in his arms bulging out. A thick treasure trail formed on John’s chest as coarse dark brown hairs emerged from his skin. Similar hairs sprouted from his legs and arms, leaving the previously smooth young man with a hirsute body.
The pleasure eradiating from John’s cock continued to grow until John could not contain himself anymore. He let out a deep manly grunt as his cock started to spurt out cum, drenching the boxers he was wearing in semen. At the sight of his student cumming, Coach Ryerson let out an animalistic roar and began to ejaculate as well.
John’s face began to mature as he started to take on the same facial features as Coach. He lost his round, boyish face as his jaw squared out and he grew some stubble on his chin. His sky blue eyes darkened to a mossy green while his styled, slicked back hair shortened into a crew cut and grew lighter, settling at a dark brown colour with some silver highlights throughout.
Coach Ryerson looked at his former student, who was now an exact replica of himself. The new Coach Ryerson slid off his boxers so he was now naked as well, slowly running his hands along his rock hard shaft.
“Well, I think we taught those boys a lesson,” He laughed.
The new Ryerson continued to stroke his shaft, the tip of his cock oozing out cum. The original Coach got down on his knees and placed the tip of his clone’s dick in his mouth, hungrily swallowing his seed. It was incredibly hot to be able to suck on his own cock; Coach had always fantasized about making love to himself, but he had never thought it a possibility before today.
“Holy fuck, that’s so hot,” The new Coach grinned at the original. He ogled his clone lustfully, taking in his handsome face, beefy bod and gargantuan cock. Coach had always known he was a good looking man, but being able to admire himself up close and personal was providing a newfound appreciation for his own sexiness.
“What do you say we take this to the showers?” The original Coach asked, raising his eyebrows seductively and running his hands along the new Ryerson’s cum covered chest. He raised his fingers to his lips and slowly licked up the semen, never breaking eye contact with his twin. “I think we need to clean you up.”
The two Coaches made their way from the locker room area of the changeroom to the showers, both men naked and rock hard. The Coach trailing behind had his eyes fixated on his duplicate’s rear end, watching as his round ass bounced with every step he took. He wanted nothing more to shove his raging boner up that hole and fuck himself. The two Coaches were so fixated on each other’s bodies they neglected to notice that the discarded boxers had been left on one of the locker room benches.
