The Locker Room
After an incredibly boring fitting I was sent two suits and a dozen Eden green shorts and polos. I didn’t think much of them when they were delivered but the next morning as I was trying my suit on, I realized that there had to have been a mistake. The blazer fit perfectly but the pants…
These were too fucking tight.
I mean one, the only way I could wear them comfortably was with a jockstrap, underwear just bunched everything up to a point where I was losing my mind. So, after slipping my old jockstrap on I put the slacks on…oh fucking no way.
Standing at the mirror I just shook my head; I could see my fucking cock! I mean not my actual cock, but you could see the bulge hang to the left…I tried to adjust it, but it was no use, no matter what I did it just showed my cock more. A chime told me that my ride was here so either I show up my first day out of uniform or show every kid at Eden what a real cock looks like.
Grabbing the shorts and polos I headed out, nothing I could do about it now. Looks like I was going to be Coach BDE today.
I got into the massive SUV, and we took off towards the school. I wasn’t sure why we were leaving at o’dark thirty but as soon as he hit the freeway it became apparent. The traffic around Dallas was fucking horrible, at this hour it was already bumper to bumper…
“Any idea how long this will be?” I asked the driver.
“Usually is around 45 minutes to an hour, I’d sit back and relax…we aren’t going anywhere fast.”
I nodded and sat back…shit if I knew I had that much time…no point in bitching about it now. I was wide awake…no way in hell I could fall asleep now…
I closed my eyes and felt myself almost instantly fall asleep.
Hands moved over me, mouths, men…I moaned and writhed as I was constantly used…touched…molested…
I woke up with a start, the first thing I noticed was my cock was raging hard, the tight slacks made it almost painful.
“We’re almost there,” the driver said, inching off the freeway, “Might want to start waking up.”
I nodded, adjusting my cock, fuck what was with these dreams?
I tucked my hardon down the best I could, with my size there was no hiding it, so all I could do was own it at this point. We pulled up to the school and there were only a couple groups of boys here this early. As we came to a stop I watched them, two were kicking a soccer ball back between them and they looked like a fucking Tommy Hilfiger ad, tall, athletic, handsome, tan…I mean it was insane because they both looked like they had been hired by central casting for a CW show about hot jocks in high school.
There was another two boys who were filming a Tiktok. They had their phone set up as they danced, they jackets were off and shirts untucked and you could see their bodies moving underneath…
I couldn’t tell if these kids were jocks or not, but they certainly had the body to be one. As I got out and walked towards the school I realized I knew one of the kids filming, I’d seen his Tiktoks for the past year…holy shit he had like 2 million followers. I walked by and they all glanced over at me, one of the soccer kids ran over to me, “Hey, you the new coach?”
He had dark red hair and a pair of emerald green eyes, he smiled and like everyone else I’d seen here, had a set of perfect white teeth. I could see his pecs through his white shirt, no way this kid wasn’t a jock with this body.
I nodded, “Coach Topps.”
He nodded, “Cool, what’s your stance on laps.”
“You on the team?” I asked.
“Yep, Brad,” he held his hand out, “Shortstop.”
I shook it, “Hello Brad, I take it you’re not a fan?’
“No way, we run enough.”
“Well, I’ll need to see the team in action, but I’m not a fan of making guys run just to make them do something.”
“Sweet,” he said, “I saw you play on ESPN.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, you blew the throw to second and you guys lost.”
Is this punk for real?
“Yeah, look Brad, I’ll see you on the field, I need to get in there,” motioning to the school.
“Sure, sure, nice to meet you coach.” He said glancing down at my crotch before jogging away…his slacks were as tight as mine and yep, he had a baseball ass. I walked into the building, I couldn’t imagine being that fucking brazen at his age with a coach. I guess these boys really were different.
I walked into the office, the receptionist, the only female I have seen on campus greeted me, “Coach Topps, ready for your first day?”
I smiled, “I sure hope so, I met a couple of the kids outside…”
“These boys will test you, but they are here to learn and to be tamed, you’ll get the hang of it.”
“Good to know, not sure where I should be…”
“Oh, hold on, let me get Jeremy,” she picked up a phone and called someone.
Who the fuck was Jeremy?
She hung up, “He’ll be right down.”
I nodded, not wanting to admit I had no idea who she was talking about.
A few minutes later an guy my age walked up, black blazer, green tie, obviously staff. He was as handsome as anyone else I’ve seen here so it made sense.
“Coach Topps,” he said excitedly, “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Jeremy, your assistant.”
“My assistant?” I asked shaking his hand.
“Well I was the assistant coach, so now that you’re the coach I would be your assistant.”
“Oh shit,” I said suddenly, “I didn’t know they’d pass you over man…”
He shook his head, “Oh no, I’m still in college, this was my internship. I couldn’t have taken it if they offered.”
He was at best one year younger than me and still in college…it was hard not to look at him as the path not taken.
“I’ll show you your office,” he said leading me to the gym, “You don’t have anything until after classes so that’s a whole day to get up to speed.”
“So, what kind of team we have?” I asked him.
He grinned, “They’re good but coach Rogers just couldn’t get them under control. We got a new student this year and he’s kind of taken control of the team…”
We walked into, what I assumed was my office. There were some shelves and a mini fridge, but my attention was drawn to the desk. All the coaches I knew had old, beat-up things that looked like they had better days but this was a sleek, black steel desk with a glass top that looked like it would be in a CEO’s office than a baseball coach.
“The Parker kid?” I asked sitting down.
“Oh, you met him?” I nodded, “Yeah Sammy is a trip, the other guys have really lined up behind him, you get him on your side, and you’re set.”
I knew what he was talking about, when I was in high school, I was that guy, the whole team took their cues from me. If I didn’t like what the coach was saying I could make his job a living hell with very little effort. So, Sammy was the big man on campus, from what I saw it made sense.
Jeremy pulled a couple of plastic shakers out of a mini fridge, “Protein?”
I nodded and took it, “Any tips on how to get him on my side?”
He shook his up as he thought, “He’s smart, smarter than he lets on so he knows when he’s being played. My advice, be honest with him, if you try to give him a line or shove some platitude up his ass he’ll know it, and god help you then.”
I took a drink of my protein shake, “Good advice, thanks.”
He nodded and pointed to a binder, “That’s the roster and the playbook for this season. Rogers had it finished but you might want to take a look, he was good but he was set in his ways. The team is better than he knew because he was too busy fighting with Sammy for control.”
I started thumbing through the pages, “Anything else?”
“Yeah, if you stay in here you’re not going to get anything done. The kids are dying to meet you and will be knocking on your door all day. There is a teacher’s lounge on the second floor, expresso machine and privacy, I’d suggest hiding there until you’re ready to meet them.”
“Now that’s good advice,” I said picking the binder up, “You’ll be around?”
He nodded, “Yeah I got a class at ten, but I’ll be back for lunch.”
“Nice, I’ll meet up with you then.”
“Sounds good…” he held his fist out for a bump, “Coach.”
A huge grin broke out across my face as I bumped him, “I like the way that sounds.”
We both laughed and I walked out, looking for this lounge he had mentioned. There were more kids in the hall now, it was getting closer to first period. As I was walking up the stairs someone called out, “Coach! Hey coach!”
I paused and saw Sammy coming down the hall, wearing his school uniform so much nicer than anyone else I had seen. His shirt was untucked and tie askew, he looked like he had just tumbled out of bed with his hair kinda crazy but as he got closer I saw it wasn’t random at all. There was product in his hair, meaning he stood in front of a mirror and teased it until it looked just right, the shirt and tie was a challenge, he was daring one of the teachers to tell him to tuck it in.
I had to admit, he pulled it off, on the surface he looked like a fucking hot, little stud, but Jeremy was right…he was smarter than he was letting on.
“Mr. Parker,” I said as he walked up.
He cocked his head and smiled, “You remembered my name?”
It was an innocent question…but something in the tone…
I cleared my throat, “What can I do for you?” I asked, trying to make sure my mind did not wander.
“Are we doing anything at practice today? Or is it just a meet and greet?”
“Are you asking if you have to dress out?”
He grinned, “Guilty, just curious.”
“Well, what does the team want?”
He paused, “I don’t know, I haven’t heard anything.”
I stepped closer, “It’s ok Sammy, Jeremy told me all about you, what do you think? Should we just sit and talk today or do we wanna work up a sweat?”
His blue eyes studied me intensely and I could see it, the intelligence hiding behind those boy band looks…I could see thinking this kid was just a pretty jock…but no…there were gears turning in there.
“I think we should all get to know you,” he said after a second, “But it’s whatever you want coach.”
That was bullshit but I didn’t let on. Instead I just nodded, “Ok, sounds good, tell the guys we don’t need to dress out. We can just huddle up and talk, we can get into the nitty gritty tomorrow.”
His smile lit up his face and he let out a, “Cool…” but then his tone changed, “What did Jeremy tell you exactly?”
Before I could answer the first bell rang and brad, the kid from this morning, tugged on Sammy’s sleeve, “Dude, we’re gonna be late.” That’s how much charisma Sammy had, Brad had been standing there the whole time and I hadn’t even noticed him standing next to this kid.
“Shit,” he said looking up at the clock, “Ok, well see you after class coach!” he said as they ran off.
I waved as they took off, let’s hope I passed the first test.
I found the teacher’s lounge and made myself an expresso and sat down with my binder…let’s see what the team as like. There were a lot of plays and notes on the other teams in the league, a list of practice exercises...what looked like a disciplinary chart with the whole team laid out. I can see why I was asked about laps, it seems they were coach Rogers go to punishment…
I spent the next few hours going over every page in the folder, trying to see if I was right or just making shit up. I couldn’t find anything more but there was no way it could mean what I meant, I was just tired. I looked up and saw that it was nearly lunch, I had been sitting here that long!
I closed my binder and headed back to my office, I was dying for another one of those protein shakes something awful. I put the binder down on the desk and pulled another shaker out of the fridge and really looked around. It was a decent sized office, coach Rogers must have taken his stuff cause the shelves were empty and the walls bare…I sat down at the desk and checked the drawers.
And found a panel with a series of switches in the bottom one.
I turned it on and flicked a few of them and the top of the desk flickered, and six screens flared into life. I looked closer and saw they were camera feeds showing the locker room, equipment locker and shower area. They didn’t look like bad CCTV feeds, these were 4K cameras capturing everything in perfect quality. On one hand, this seemed way weird, I mean who films jocks changing out but on the other hand, it was a group of boys which meant chaos would follow and you couldn’t be in there all the time.
Still, it was a little pervy…
I was about to close it down when I saw something move on one of the screens…I saw two people walk into the massage room. Was that Jeremy? I couldn’t see much because the screen was so small…I touched it and the image expanded, filling the whole desktop.
And now I had sound as well.
“…ammy,” Jeremy said stumbling back into the room, Sammy closing the door behind them, “What’s up?”
“What did you say about me?” Sammy asked, walking towards Jeremy as the older man walked backwards.
“W-what?” Jeremy stammered, “I haven’t said anything!”
“Why are you lying Jeremy?” Sammy asked patiently, “The new coach said you told him all about me…what did you say?”
Jeremy backed into the massage table and looked around like he was trapped, “Oh…no…I just told him you were the most popular…that’s all.”
“You trying to sour this coach on me too?” Sammy stood there in front of him, hands on his hips.
“No, never!”
They stood there in silence, and I wondered if I needed to step in, was Sammy going to take a swing at Jeremy?
“You shouldn’t have been talking about me at all, should you?”
Jeremy shook his head, “No sir.”
Sir?
“You know what happens now?”
Jeremy’s eyes widened, “Please, no Sammy…I’m sorry…”
I started to stand when Sammy said, “No, you knew the rules and you broke them.” I was about to fly out the door when Jeremy dropped to his knees and grabbed the bottom of Sammy’s shirt.
“Please sir…please don’t cut me off.”
I paused.
Sammy just stood there, hands still on his waist, “Why shouldn’t I?”
“I’ll be a good boy,” Jeremy whined, “Please…” he rubbed his face against the front of Sammy’s slacks and I slowly sat down.
“I don’t think you’ve been a good boy,” Sammy said, still not moving, “I think you got feeling all superior and forgot your place.”
“No, no I didn’t,” Jeremy was practically sobbing, “Please sir…please…” Jeremy’s hands moved up and undid Sammy’s belt, “Please let me serve you…”
I could not believe what I was seeing, Jeremy pulled down Sammy’s zipper and slid his pants down, revealing a well worn jockstrap, the front bulged obscenely…
“What do you want?” Sammy asked, his voice low…
“To serve,” Jeremy intoned, moving the jock aside.
“To serve what?” Sammy asked.
“My betters…” Jeremy answered as he freed Sammy’s cock and I let out an audible gasp.
His cock was still soft and yet hung down, larger than most erect ones I had seen. To say it was massive was an understatement. My mouth hung open as I stared at this little stud’s meat and instantly felt inferior.
Jeremy let out a small whimper seeing the beast he had freed, but he didn’t move, just stared at it like a trained dog waiting for a treat.
I held my breath as Sammy stared down at him, cock just hanging there, daring to be sucked. His hand moved out and grabbed the top of Jeremy’s head and I felt my own hand drop into my lap, rubbing my own hard cock.
“Haven’t I been good to you?” Sammy asked as he stroked his hair, “You unhappy with the way I fuck you?”
“No sir, I love it, please…please give me another chance!”
Sammy pulled Jeremy’s head down onto his cock and I watched as the college jock slowly began lapping at the high school stud’s donkey dick. I leaned forward watching intently while I undid my slacks.
“Come on college boy, work that cock,” Sammy said as his tool began to harden and I felt my heart skip a beat. Jeremy held the base with one hand and his hand looked like a child’s compared to the baseball bat that was Sammy’s cock. As he brought it to life it grew and grew, making my head spin as I pulled my cock out and began to jack off.
“Taste that cock?” Sammy asked, “Come on cunt, show me how you show respect to your superiors.”
Jeremy stopped licking, “Thank you sir,” he said, shoving the peach sized head into his mouth. I could see his jaw strain to open wide enough to take Sammy’s girth and I licked my lips in response. Both hands gripped the piece of horse meat as Jeremy choked himself on the boy’s length. It was like nothing I had ever seen, that cock, Sammy’s presence…
Sammy pushed Jeremy down and shoved more of his cock down that throat, I watched in awe as I saw Jeremy’s throat bulge from Sammy’s cockhead and felt my own dick lurch in sympathy…
“Come on, take it…” Sammy growled as Jeremy gagged on the monster, “This is what you live for…open that throat…be my hole…”
“Yes sir…” came from my lips as tears fell down Jeremy’s cheeks.
It looked like Sammy was going to kill him with that dick, Jeremy’s face was so red…but when he looked like he was starting to turn purple, Sammy pulled it out, sending Jeremy to the floor, coughing for air. Sammy casually undid his shirt, hitting me with the dichotomy of his existence. He had an angelic face, carved by angels it was handsome, inviting, everything you’d want an All-American Boy to be. But as he revealed his torso it was clear his body had been designed by demons looking to corrupt anyone who saw it before them. Built for sin it was all lean, cut muscle covered with smooth, tanned skin that made each line of his physique seem to glow. But if his face was made by angels and his body by demons, sure as fuck his cock had been molded by the devil himself.
He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his slacks, standing there nude in front of Jeremy, showing him what a real fucking stud looked like. My hand sped up as I saw him look down at the defeated jock, “Stand up,” he demanded, “Get up and strip.”
Jeremy nodded and slowly got to his feet, undoing the buttons on his white, dress shirt. He slipped his slacks off and stood there, a dark green jockstrap covering his hard cock, the front pouch damp with precum. No matter how rough Sammy had been, he had been hard the entire time.
Sammy took a step forward and their faces were almost touching, “What do you want?” he asked.
Jeremy’s eyes fell to the ground, looking submissive as fuck, “To be fucked sir.”
Sammy grabbed Jeremy and spun him around, pushing him face down on the massage table. Jeremy scrambled up into it, his ass raised high as if presenting himself. Sammy got up on the table behind him and pushed the coach’s ass cheeks apart.
I moaned with Jeremy as Sammy pushed his long tongue into the tight, little jock hole. I imagined myself on the table, ass up…Sammy eating me out…making me whimper.
“Oh god…” Jeremy gasped, “Oh please sir…please use me…”
Sammy didn’t answer, instead just pressed further into that firm ass, making Jeremy squeal in delight. I watched as the high school jock undid the college boy’s resolve, reducing him to a sobbing mess as he pushed his ass back into that tongue, begging him for more…
“Please sir…please fuck me…I’ll be a good boy…please…let me serve…”
Sammy came up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned, “Do you submit?”
I heard myself say under my breath, “I submit.”
That enormous cockhead was pressed to Jeremy’s aching hole and then nothing. Sammy knelt there behind him, “Come on boy,” he said with disdain, “I’m not going to do the work.”
I watched as Jeremy slowly pushed back, impaling himself, inch by excruciating inch. I could feel my own hole relax as if I was the one taking it. I had to slow my strokes I was so close, watching Jeremy wince as he kept forcing another inch in…his moans made me shake as I found myself moaning lightly as well…as if I was remembering being fucked…
“Oh god…” Jeremy sobbed, his head hanging low as he backed up on all fours, literally fucking himself on Sammy’s monster dick, “You’re so big…fuck…”
Sammy slapped his ass and I watched the firm muscle jiggle, “I got history in 20 minutes, if I’m tardy I’m telling them why.”
Jeremy made a strangled moan as he thrust the last few inches into himself…his mouth open in shock as he felt every inch of Sammy’s cock tear his hole apart.
Sammy’s hands moved over Jeremy’s ass as he knelt there, head resting on the massage table, “Good boy…such a good boy…”
Jermy just groaned as Sammy slid his cock back…no more than a few inches but enough to make the jock whimper. With a snap I saw Sammy’s perfect ass clench as he thrust forward, forcing a grunt out of Jeremy before pulling it out again…
“What do you want?” Sammy asked.
“Fuck me sir,” I said faintly, just above a whisper.
“Beg me.”
“Please sir,” I say, my hand speeding up again, “Use my hole…”
Sammy increased his thrusts, and I felt my cock lurch, precum making my whole member slick. I swear I could feel him fucking me, my ass taking him, the pain/pleasure of being penetrated…
“You like that cock? Huh boy?”
“I love it sir,” I intone, déjà vu echoing my words.
“You want more?” he asked, his whole fucking cock just sliding in and out of my wrecked hole.
“Use me sir,” I said, my hand a blur now, “I’m your hole…I live for your cock…”
I was in the hotel, riding Conner’s cock, his hands pinching my nipples as I threw my head back, moaning for more…
“Fucking slut,” Sammy raged and I felt the shame and pleasure move through me.
“I’m your slut,” I chanted, “Please sir…use your slut…”
After about two minutes of this Jeremy just fell forward, his body prone as Sammy pounded him relentlessly. All I could hear was Jeremy’s grunts and moans as Sammy fucked him like a real man…like an animal…like an alpha…
“Fuck me sir…use me…” I sighed, feeling my balls tingle.
“Gonna breed you,” Sammy said, “You wanna have my jock babies?”
“Please sir…” I moaned, feeling myself so close, “Do it…shoot your load in me…”
The baseball jock let out a strangled cry and pulled his cock free of Jeremy’s destroyed hole. He stroked it twice and a gusher of cum began to fly, what looked like gallons of Parker cum showered Jeremy as he knelt there…letting the high schooler despoil him. Sammy just kept cumming and cumming…the site of it setting me off.
“Oh, fuck me, Sammy!” I cried out as I came, two shots hitting my face and the rest on my chest and abs. I licked my own cum off my face, imaging it was Sammy’s load…just the thought making me even more delirious.
I heard a bell ring and Sammy stopped, slapping Jeremy’s ass once, “Good talk coach,” he said starting to dress, “Next time, follow the rules.”
Jeremy laid there, covered in the young boy’s load, “Yes sir, he said weakly.
Sammy buttoned his shirt and then slipped his tie on, as he tightened it, he looked up at the camera. For a moment it seemed as if he was staring right at me as he winked and walked out of the room…
Leaving me and Jeremy, covered in cum and wondering when it would happen again.
What the hell had just happened?
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