My college wrestling friend wanted to try hypnosis

Coach's Office

“Why have we gotta put everything away? Not fair bro.”

A few days after I’d ridden Mike in Coach’s personal gym, we were back in practice. We had an informal intercollege competition the next week, so training had been pretty intense. A different circuit this time of running, sparing, and weight-lifting. Needless to say everyone was destroyed at the end. As the other guys were walking back into the locker room stripping off their singlets, Coach had asked me and Mike to help put away some of the equipment. Brad had shrugged his shoulders and left us to it.

“Dude, can barely pick this up after all that. Why’s it gotta be us?”

“Someone’s got to do it M.”

With what we’d been doing together, I’d felt closer to Mike these past weeks. I’d tried out calling him M for short and he seemed to like it.

“But Joey, I’m tired and a need a massage.”

He winked at that last bit. And damn, I wanted to give him one.

“Okay boys.” Coach walked over. “That’s the last of it. Now I need a chat with you two so come through to my office.”

Mike and I looked at each other. Was it about the competition or something?

 

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By the time we sat down in Coach’s office, everyone else had left. Sitting there in our singlets, still sweaty from practice, I wish he had let us shower first at least.

“Boys.” Coach began, “I let you into my gym this weekend, did you make good use of it?”

Mike and I exchanged glances.

“Yeah Coach of course. It was really good of you to let us, we got a great workout in.” Mike said enthusiastically.

“That’s good boys.” Coach tapped his pen on his desk looking thoughtful. “Have you been making more progress then?”

“You bet we have Coach!” Always eager to impress Mike puffed his chest out and tensed his arms. I followed suit showing off my recent gains. Coach looked us over and eventually nodded to himself.

“Some progress at least. But I’ve noticed you two seem to get distracted lately. Goofing off.”

“Sorry Coach, we’ll keep focussed.”

“You’re a good kid Burroughs. And you Adams.” He looked between me and Mike. “I think I might know what the problem is. Any guesses?”

“I don’t know Coach.” Mike looked confused.

“You two are too horny.”

Oh shit. Mike laughed nervously and looked to me, still confused. We were screwed. A man as stern and as careful as Coach, who had a number lock on his gym and kept it locked from the rest of his house? A man like that? I hadn’t seen any when we were there, but he would have…

“This is from the security camera in my gym.”

Coach slowly turned the screen of his computer around to face us and I saw a look of horror on Mike’s face. Right there, a top-down view of our naked bodies, me riding Mike.

“It even has sound.” Coach said. He unmuted the video and out of the speakers came the sound of us moaning and skin slapping against each other.

“Coach, that’s… that’s not us! Right?” Mike was shocked and clutching at straws. I put my hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

“We’re sorry Coach. Really.”

“At least you cleaned your mess up. I didn’t manage to find any of the cum you boys left everywhere.”

He said it all with no anger, completely even.

“What you boys do in your spare time is your business. But what you do on my time, and on my property, is another matter entirely.”

“Please Coach.” Mike pleaded. “Just let us stay on the team. We’ll clean everything up, or do extra practice, or whatever punishment you want us to.”

“I’ve got a different punishment in mind.”

 

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“Stand up. Hand behind your backs.”

Mike and I stood up warily and did as Coach said. What the hell was going on? Coach walked behind us and, Mike first then me, he zip-tied our hands together. Mike was shaking nervously.

“If the mere sight of each other’s body is enough to put you two into a frenzied heat, then I’m going to have to teach you some discipline. Now face each other.”

This was crazy. We were so screwed.

“But Coach…” Mike began but Coach cut him off quickly.

“You want to stay on the team Adams? Do what I say.”

 We turned to face each other, Mike was starting to look less afraid and more defeated. I wasn’t feeling much better, but I tried to give him a reassuring smile.

“You boys like looking in the mirror at yourselves and at each other. So do that now. Look at each other’s face. Down to the chests. Really take it in boys.”

The command in Coach’s voice and the almost hypnotic way he moved our attention around each other’s body we were both getting over the shock.

“And there we go. That didn’t take long. You boys have no control.”

I looked down and saw Mike’s bulge growing. Getting bigger and harder it was pushing against his singlet leaving a very obvious outline. Mine wasn’t doing much better, chubbing up to a semi. Coach walked around his desk and stood next to us. Standing there, I was struck by his body again. He was stacked. Whereas Mike was mostly hairless and smooth, I had some chest hair. But Coach was way hairier. The chest hair peeked out from between his t-shirt and accentuated his masculinity. Was I getting turned on by Coach now too?

“Let’s get you boys a better look at each other. Take those singlets down to your waists.”

“Coach our hands-“

“What did I say?” Coach glared back at me sternly. “If your hands are tied you’ll have to figure something out then won’t you?”

I took the hint and leaned forward into Mike. He looked confused again until I started pulling down the straps of his singlet with me teeth and pushing the singlet down until it was around his waist and wrists.

“That’s it Burroughs. Using your head good work.”

Mike started doing the same for me. The feeling of his mouth and face rubbing over my body as he did it was great.

“Good work Adams.” Mike actually looked pleased at that.

“Looking at each other, what do you boys think the other has done well?”

Coach’s question caught me off-guard.

“Joey has good pectorals doesn’t he Coach?” Mike chimed in enthusiastically, he seemed to be going along with this.

“That’s a good point Mike. What do you like about them?”

“They’re big and the hair makes him look very masculine.”

“Good. Now Burroughs?” Coach looked at me firmly.

“His abs. He’s worked really hard on them, and they’ve come out well. They’re well defined.”

“That’s a good point, Joey.” It felt very strange for Coach to call me by my name, and especially when he was judging how I complimented Mike’s body.

“You boys picked chest and abs for each other. So now, you have to judge mine.”

Coach pulled off his t-shirt and revealed his beefy pecs and powerful core. We’d seen him shirtless maybe a couple times, but this was a completely different context.

“You’re huge Coach!” Mike got in first again. “Even bigger and hairier, very masculine.”

“And your abs are really built coach, strong.”

“Good boys. So you two are saying I’m the biggest, most masculine of us three.”

“Yes Coach.” We both replied.

“Excellent. Learning your place.”

Things were going okay, manageable. Mike looked a lot more relaxed than when we started. Now we just had to keep going and finish whatever Coach had in store. He walked around behind us and snipped the zip-ties off.

“Now, finish undressing each other.”

 

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It almost felt like I was hypnotised. My body simply moved to do what Coach asked without thinking. His commanding, authoritative tone left no room for arguments. We each kicked our shoes off and took turns sliding the singlets the rest of the way off. That left us standing in just our underwear, me in compression shorts and Mike in a jock. We each hesitated a little, but went to pull our underwear down.

“No. I said undress each other, boys. Do it right.”

I walked up to Mike and smiled again encouragingly. He nodded back, and I took his jock off. Once I stood up, he leant down and removed my underwear too. We stood completely naked, in front of Coach, with rock hard boners.

“See boys, no control as I said. Hands behind the backs again.”

We complied, and Coach zip-tied our hands again. He’d really only removed them to let us strip each other. Other than tying our hands, Coach hadn’t done anything but give orders and we obeyed.

“Face me and kneel.”

We did so. Coach started to walk around us and examine our bodies in full. Our shoulders, chest, arms, backs, even our asses. As he made his inspection, I saw the computer screen was still turned towards us. It had looped back to earlier in the video with me and Mike kissing and him stroking us both. Despite the crazy situation, my cock was so turned on it was leaking a bit of precum. I looked over at Mike in the same position, and saw he was really turned on and hard too.

“Now we’ve seen your bodies, see a real man’s.”

Coach whipped off his shorts and underwear. Standing there naked in front of us, his meat flopped out. Coach was hung. Bigger than me or Mike, maybe almost the same length as Brad, but also girthy and thick. He wasn’t even fully hard.

“Now I know Joey here is good at sucking cock. Why don’t you get us started? Suck me like you sucked Mike.”

Holy fuck. I was still a bit scared, but overwhelmingly horny. I wanted to taste that big cock. I wanted to see if I could get it all. Coach walked towards me, kneeling and tied up, and fed me his cock.

It was definitely thicker than Mike’s. I wanted to use my hands to help but I couldn’t. I just had to take it as Coach pushed it down. I struggled and gagged and couldn’t quite get the whole shaft in.

“An adequate attempt. How about you Mike?”

He shifted over to Mike and did the same, pushing it in and sliding in and out. But, Mike managed to get down to Coach’s pubs and the base of his cock. Watching him suck the length of Coach’s monster I wanted so badly to beat myself off.

“Excellent work Mike. Good effort and technique, you’ve really been practising.”

As Coach slid the head out of Mike’s mouth, Mike looked pleased again. He had always looked for Coach’s praise and I guess that still applied.

“Now boys, lie on your back next to each other. I think we’re ready for that discipline lesson.”

 

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We lay on our backs, naked with our hard rods waving in the air. It was a bit uncomfortable with our hands still tied behind our backs, but it worked. I could feel Mike’s warmth as our shoulders and legs pressed up to each other.

Coach knelt down in front of us both, straddling our legs.

“The lesson is don’t cum until I give you permission. Understood?”

Mike and I nodded our heads. Coach reached out and grasped both of our throbbing erections.

He then started stroking us at a steady rate. We were both already horny and it didn’t take long for Mike’s breathing to increase. He started thrusting against Coach’s hand and I could tell he was about to cum.

But Coach stopped. Just took his hand off and Mike didn’t finish. I was getting close myself and I could feel my body tightening up ready to blow, but he stopped.

Over and over, Coach edged us right to the point of climax. But he never finished us. Three or four times he did this.

At this point, my cock was so engorged and hard that it was too much to bear. I was whimpering and moaning as he touched me. I needed it.

“Coach, please. Please. I need to cum. Make me cum.”

“Not yet Mike. Discipline.”

It was obviously overwhelming Mike too. He was bucking against Coach’s hand trying to get enough to finish. All this time, the video was still looping in the background. I watched as Coach edged us, and all the while I could see Mike fingering and fucking my ass on the screen. I was going crazy.

 

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“Onto your front Mike.”

Coach had obviously had enough of stroking us both.

“Get up Joey. Kneel here.”

I knelt next to Mike’s shoulder. I knew what was coming.

“You two boys have done well, so as a reward I’m going to untie you. Do not touch your dicks. I’m going to fuck Mike. Joey will watch. When I tell you so, you are free to cum. Got that?”

We both nodded our heads and Coach untied us. It took a lot of effort not to rush my hands down and blow a load right there and then.

Coach pulled Mike up onto all fours and started rubbing his cock on Mike’s ass. Mike looked at me and I smiled back. This was going to be tough for him. Coach’s cock was dripping with precum, and he spat on it and Mike’s hole. With that, he worked in a few fingers like Mike had done to me. But all too soon, he positioned his cock and slid inside Mike.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Mike muttered as he took Coach’s girth. I put my hand on his and watched as Coach pushed the whole way in.

“Clench around me. Good that’s it.” Coach’s eyes were closed enjoying the feeling. And then he started to pound Mike’s ass. Not slow and sensual as we had done, but strong and hard.

“It feels great to beat your boyfriend’s ass Joey. What do you think? Do you like what you’re seeing?”

Honestly, I did. Coach’s stacked body smashing his cock in and out of Mike. It was incredibly hot. I wanted to be the one fucking Mike, but this was still hot. I could feel my cock was right on the edge and I needed to cum.

“Okay boys, you can cum now.”

That was all I needed. Mine and Mike’s hands went straight to our cocks. We needed release. It was only a few frantic strokes and I started cumming right onto the side of Mike’s arm and face. It felt like the biggest and longest load I’d shot, at least for a long time. As I rode that orgasm, I watched Mike face scrunch and he started cumming all over the floor.

Coach must have timed it well. Just as we were finishing our loads, he sank his cock deep into Mike and stayed there. His body pulsed as he fired wave after wave of his sperm inside Mike’s ass. I watched Mike feeling it and remembered how it had been when Mike did that to me.

Coach slid out of Mike and grabbed a towel wiping himself off. He put his clothes on again and sat down at his desk.

“Good work boys. I trust you’ve learnt your lesson about controlling yourselves. Now go and shower and get out of here. Don’t be late for next practice.”

Mike and I grabbed our clothes and walked naked straight to the showers. As we cleaned each other off we finally relaxed.