My college wrestling friend wanted to try hypnosis
by tylerjaygym
3 Mar 2023 5151 readers Score 8.8 (52 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Coach's office: Coach's POV
Coach Tony Bartlett always tried to be firm and fair with his students. Spending his youth in the gym and wrestling had taught him that being disciplined and straightforward got results, cheating and slacking off didn’t. He was a singularly determined and focused man, if he set his mind to something he did it, and he was proud of that. Maybe that was why his girlfriends had left, but it was also how he had built himself to the man he was today. How he had gotten a house for himself, a job he loved, and a body he was confident in.
His students on the other hand, didn’t appreciate the value of hard work. A lot of them were distracted by college life and didn’t focus on why they were there in the first: to better themselves. He had tried to foster a sense of camaraderie in the team by hosting barbecues at his house. He tried to focus them by giving them workout schedules. He pushed them in practice to live up to their potential.
But some students seemed less interested in working hard and more interested in looking at themselves in the mirror. Mikes Adams in particular, and Joey Burroughs. Those two were classic college jocks: clueless and unmotivated. Burroughs could be good, but he often seemed to be dragged down by his friend’s antics.
The regional conference was coming up and Coach was attending for a few days. He wouldn’t be able to get a lot of exercise in, so today would be a good day to hit the weights. He thought about using his own personal gym, but there were some machines he didn’t have and he preferred the noise and bustle of other people working out around him. So, he decided to go to the gym by campus. It was a Sunday so it shouldn’t be too busy anyway.
Coach glanced at himself in the mirror. A lot of years of hard work had gone into this body. Building up his arms, chest, core, legs, everything. He had bulked up a bit in recent years; cutting and keeping his body low had lost its appeal. He was more interested now in maintaining muscle mass than he was in chiselled abs. As such, he had gained more of a powerlifting core: strong, solid, but less defined.
He warmed up and pushed through a few different exercises, mostly focusing on a pushing day for his chest and triceps. By the time he sat down at the bench press he had worked up a good sweat and pump. As his eyes moved around the gym surroundings, he saw someone he did had not expected.
“Didn’t expect you today, Burroughs.” He called out.
Joey Burroughs walked up to Coach . “Yeah Coach, felt I needed to get some more strength training in.”
That was a good attitude. He looked Burroughs up and down. The kid had developed over his time on the wrestling program. The chest hair made him look like more a man than the other students, and with a more balanced training program he had filled out. But, not as much as Coach expected.
“That’s a good decision. You haven’t been progressing as I’d like Burroughs. You’ve been following the plan I gave you. Spot me this set.”
He slid back under the bar and pushed out his last set. A spotter always gave him more confidence to push out that last rep and as he did he was thinking about what he could with Burroughs. To be honest, him and Adams needed work. Maybe if he showed some more confidence in them he could inspire them to push harder. As he sat up he looked at Burroughs in the mirror. Yes, maybe they could push each other.
“ To be honest, both you and Adams need some extra work.”
“Mike?” Joey looked confused.
“Yes. You’re both motivated in practice, but the results have been lacking. I’ve done this before a few of your teammates, and I think you’ve earned it. I’m out of town for the next few days, so you and Adams can use my personal gym.”
He gave Burroughs the details on the house and the code for the door. As long as they cleaned up after themselves it was fine. Besides, the camera in there would let Coach see if they messed anything up.
A few days later, Coach was back at the home. His energy was pent up from no exercise and the conference had been dull and boring. He may as well catch on what the kids had done in his absence. He sat at his computer and pulled up the video feed from the camera.
He skipped forward until he saw the kids enter. At least they came. That showed some motivation at least. They were dressed in shorts and sleeveless tops and got to work pretty much straightaway. He watch on double speed as they worked out. The camera had sound, but he left it muted as he just checked through what they did.
Eventually, they were both stood at the bars talking for a moment and then took turns doing dips. It looked like they had a competition going. That was good, that was what Coach had hoped for in giving them the gym to themselves. Some friendly rivalry always spurred better results. Burroughs managed to push out a couple of extra reps and won. But then Adams, pulled off his shirt and handed it to him. Maybe a forfeit for losing?
He watched as they started doing pullups and this time Adams won. Burroughs took off his shirt and handed it over. Must be a forfeit then. But he watched as they put each other’s shirts on. That was odd. Then, wearing each other’s shirt, they got down and did pushups. Adams won again. What would be the forfeit this time?
Burroughs proceeded to kick off his shoes, turn around, and pull off his shorts. Next off came his underwear and the kid’s hard shaft sprang out. Coach was stunned. Were these two boyfriends? No, he heard their banter in the locker room and they all talked about girls. Maybe not then. Coach thought back to when he was a student wrestler and had bonded with some of his teammates in the showers. It wasn’t unusual for teammates to help each other out after a hard practice.
Burroughs put his hands behind his head and flexed, clearly showing off. Coach turned the sound on as the two embraced and kissed.
“I wanna fuck you so much.” He heard Adams say.
He watched as the two kissed, undressed, and started masturbating together. As Burroughs sank down and started to suck Adams’ cock, Coach couldn’t deny he was turned on.
“You know Joey, the last few times I’ve cum with you have been the best of my life. Way better than the chicks.” As he heard this, Coach realised they had been doing this before. They were distracting each other, and he had given them a secluded gym to do it in. He felt horny, but also angry.
Over time, he watched as they moved onto fingering and then Adams started fucking his friend. Then, they got up and moved to a bench. Then, Burroughs tied Adams down and started to ride his cock. They were clearly enjoying it. Seeing the two fuck hard, and Adams straining against being tied down. Coach’s hand moved to his stiffening bulge and rubbed. Eventually, the two boys climaxed and shot their loads everywhere.
He turned the video off and walked into the gym. As he looked around the bench where the two boys had fucked. He didn’t find much of their loads, they had clearly tried to clean up. But he found some bits of dried cum they had missed. They had taken advantage of Coach’s gift and fucked around and left mess, that warranted punishment.
At the next practice, Coach asked the two boys to hang back and help put away equipment. Once they were done, he brought them into his office. He made sure to get them before they changed and they were still in their singlets. He had been watching during practice and seen how they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other. He had to do something about this.
“Boys, I let you into my gym this weekend, did you make good use of it?”
He gave them some chances to talk, and Adams puffed his chest out looking for praise.
“I think I might know what the problem is. Any guesses?”
The two looked thoroughly confused. As they looked at each other he brought up the video of them fucking on the screen in front of him.
After a few moments Coach broke their confusion. “You two are too horny.”
Adams laughed nervously and still seemed confused. But Burroughs looked petrified, at least one of them understood. As coach turned the screen around and unmuted the video, he saw Adams’ face drop. He let the sounds of moaning and fucking continue as the boys offered excuses.
“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.” Adams 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.” Coach replied. “Stand up. Hands behind your backs.”
As they stood, Coach zip-tied their hands together. If they liked each other’s body so much, he had to burn that out of them. Exposure therapy.
“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.”
They complained but Coach shut it down.
“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.”
He watched as they hungrily took in the sight of each other. He had gotten them after practice and in their singlets, so they were both pumped up and looking their best. He watched their bulges as they both started growing. Adams in particular was growing fast.
“And there we go. That didn’t take long. You boys have no control. Let’s get you boys a better look at each other. Take those singlets down to your waists.”
“Coach our hands-“ they started to complain again.
“What did I say?” Coach glared back at them. They were whining and he didn’t like that. “If your hands are tied you’ll have to figure something out then won’t you?”
He watched as Burroughs seemed to grasp what Coach was saying and used his mouth and pull down the singlet. He had a good head on his shoulders when he used it. Adams followed suit.
“Looking at each other, what do you boys think the other has done well?”
He wanted them to really look at each other. Properly understand their bodies so they would be more used to them and stop staring at each other. He prodded them along with questions and watched them grow harder as they complimented each other’s muscles. He also switched to using their first names, he wanted a more comfortable environment.
“You boys picked chest and abs for each other. So now, you have to judge mine.”
He pulled off his shirt and stood before the boys shirtless. He was definitely bigger than either of them and wanted them to compare his physique with their own. To feel that drive and motivation to better themselves.
“You’re huge Coach! 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.” They both replied.
“Excellent. Learning your place. Now, finish undressing each other.”
This was the crucial bit. Coach needed to do something about their horniness, teach them control. He untied their hands and watched as they stripped the singlets off, standing in their underwear. But then stopped. Hesitantly, their hands drifted to their own underwear. They needed to learn to take commands properly too, it seemed.
“No. I said undress each other, boys. Do it right.”
Again, Joey moved first. He seemed the one that was more in control in this pair. But Coach had taken over that control easily. Soon enough they both stood completely naked, waiting on the next order.
“See boys, no control as I said. Hands behind the backs again.”
They obeyed. That was better. He re-tied they boys’ hands.
“Face me and kneel.”
As they knelt, Coach inspected them both. They were progressing, their muscles growing more defined but his initial thoughts had been right, their progress was slow. As he walked around Joey, he could see the boys cocks were both fully hard. Joey’s eyes were also fixed on the video, and he was leaking. He was definitely very aroused. Both boys were.
“Now we’ve seen your bodies, see a real man’s.”
He walked in front in the bound and kneeling jocks and stripped off his shorts and underwear. He had chubbed up a little but maintained control on himself.
“Now I know Joey here is good at sucking cock. Why don’t you get us started? Suck me like you sucked Mike.”
Joey eagerly accepted Coach as he slid his shaft inside the boy’s mouth. Joey made a good attempt, but clearly struggled with the size. That was fair, a lot of Coach’s girlfriends couldn’t handle it well, even with practice.
He switched over to Mike. To Coach’s surprise, he took the whole length down to the base. He saw Joey watching the exchange excitedly, the boy’s cock twitching with how horny he was. These two were like horny animals.
“Excellent work Mike. Good effort and technique, you’ve really been practising. Now boys, lie on your back next to each other. I think we’re ready for that discipline lesson.”
“The lesson is don’t cum until I give you permission. Understood?”
Joey and Mike lay in front of him. Both naked, panting, and cocks sticking straight up. They nodded their heads, and Coach reached out to grasp the throbbing erections. He watched their faces and their bodies as he stroked. He watched for all the little details; the way their faces twitched, how their balls tightened up, how they pushed their dicks into his hands. Each time they got close, he stopped. They needed to learn.
“Coach, please. Please. I need to cum. Make me cum.”
The begging was hot. Coach couldn’t deny that. And the way their bodies shuddered under his touch. They looked at Coach’s body, at each other, at their cocks being stroked, and at the video still playing. Helpless to finished themselves off. It was time for the last stage.
“Onto your front, Mike. Get up Joey. Kneel here. 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?”
From the video it had looked like Joey took control in riding his friend, so here Coach wanted him to have no control, just watch. Also, Mike seemed to enjoy fucking his friend, so why not show him what it was like?
Coach untied them both as they took their positions. Mike on all-fours, ass presented. Joey knelt next to him so the cum would cover Mike. To their credit, both boys managed not to stroke themselves, some control at last.
From everything Coach had done to them, he was very hard now. He spat on Mike’s waiting hole and rubbed it in, loosening him up with a few fingers. But Coach was horny now and he wanted to plough that jock ass in front of him. He rubbed the head of his cock and the ass a few times, and then slowly pushed his way in.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He could hear Mike’s muttering, but the boy was taking it well, so he continued pushing all the way in. He closed his eyes and enjoyed that feeling of a tight ass clenching his cock. It had been too long.
He started thrusting. Strong, powerful thrusts. Enjoying the feelings around his cock. Listening to the sounds of Mike’s moaning. He opened his eyes and watched Joey. He was drinking in the sight of his friend being pounded and looking over my body. I could feel how my body moved to deliver each motion of my shaft into Mike.
“It feels great to beat your boyfriend’s ass Joey. What do you think? Do you like what you’re seeing?”
The kid nodded, entranced. They both obviously needed to cum, but they were keeping control. As Coach felt his own climax approaching, he knew they had earned their release.
“Okay boys, you can cum now.”
Joey barely touched his cock before it started shooting rope after rope of cum. His eyes closed and the pleasure was obvious on his face. The load went all over Mike’s face and hair. Coach felt Mike’s body tense up and his ass clench tight. That was it, Mike was cumming all over floor. Watching and feeling the boys cum, Coach sank himself deep in one last thrust. He had to hold onto Mike’s back as he pulsed with each shot of his own load.
Coach got up and wiped himself off with a towel. As he put his clothes on again, the boys just sat on the floor recovering from what had happened.
“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.”
The boys left, Coach hoped the lesson would stick.