Coach Jordan Smith couldn’t believe it had come to this. The star player of his team, the quarterback who had taken them almost all the way to the top, was a queer. A nancy boy. A poof. Gay. His star player was gay. He could not believe he had missed it. He was disgusted. Gays didn’t belong in sports. He had called Dillon Williams to his office after practice. No way was some queer gonna stay on his team.
He heard a knock at the door and quickly said to come in. He watched Dillon walk in, clearly just done showering after practice. His dark brown hair was still slightly wet, and his shirt was clingy tightly to his muscular chest. He smiled at coach, his even white teeth making a perfect grin as he stood in front of his desk.
“Heys Coach what’s up??” He said brightly.
Coach Smith scowled at him. This kid knew exactly what he was doing. Smith’s homophobia was legendary in the district. Several parents had tried to cause an issue about it, but he had been at the school for 25 years and showed little sign of retiring. He just kept himself just enough above board to avoid any accusations. And having connections at the superintendent office didn’t hurt.
“Look Williams, some unsettling stuff has gotten back to me, and I have no choice but to cut you from the team.” Smith said shortly, a frown fixed on his face.
Dillon continued to smile and set down his gym bag on the floor and leaned against the wall casually. He looked amused at the events, not at all what Coach Smith was expecting. Smith’s frown deepened, and he spoke again, with more fire in his voice.
“Something funny here boy? I’m telling you you're off the team!”
Dillon smiled back.
“No, I’m not coach. I’m not off the team. I’m your star player. You can’t afford to lose me. Besides. I know what the real issue here is. You just don’t like that I’m gay.”
Smith scowled at the boy and tried to tamp down his anger at the boy's impertinence.
“This has nothing to do with your life choices. Several of your teachers have come forward with…. are you laughing at me boy!?!?!”
Dillon laughed for a few more seconds then looked back at the coach.
“You’re so fucking transparent coach. I knew when I came out, you were gonna try and pull this shit. The guys on the team warned me too.”
Coach scowled and made a mental note to punish the whole team later. Bunch of pussies. He stood up and slapped both hands down on his desk. No need to be subtle then.
“You’re damn right, that’s why. No football team I coach is gonna have some fucking fairy on it. Now get out of my office and out of my locker room! Before I kick your pansy ass out of here!!”
Dillon continued to smile. What a tool. This guy thought he was scary. He looked like a pissed off puppy. Shame he was such a bigoted idiot. Coach was kinda hot. He was in his mid 40s but kept himself in decent shape. His short dirty blonde hair was kept short, and he was tan from all his time spent outdoors. He did keep a HORRIBLE 80s style mustache all the kids mocked behind his back. Yea Dillon could work with this. He reached into his bag and rummaged around, all while continuing to talk in a mild, slightly taunting voice.
“Sure you are coach. Like I said, the guys warned me this was coming. So, no. I’m not going anywhere. You, however,” Dillon said, his eyes flashing and his smile turning slightly sinister as he pulled out a dark black leather collar and leash from his bag “are about to take quite a trip. Now be a good boy and kneel in front of me.” He finished holding the collar with the buckle open.
Coach was speechless for a moment then felt a monumental rage take hold of him. This fucking fairy expected him to do what?!? He stalked around his desk, intent on kicking the little shits ass before throwing him out of his locker room.
As he stalked over, he failed to notice the shift in Dillon’s posture that could have warned him. But he was so intent on doing some kind of bodily injury that it came as a surprise when Dillon’s leg snapped out and neatly tripped him. He fell and felt Dillon’s hands around his neck. He tried to buck the smaller male off him but then a resounding CLICK seemed to echo around the room and the collar was around his neck.
Dillon smirked as he jerked on the leash and coach sat on his haunches like a dog, surprise written across his face. He opened his mouth and managed to get out a confused “what the f-“ before Dillon gave the leash a jerk and spoke with out with authority.
“Quiet boy!!”
Coach Smith tried to protest but felt like his jaw was screwed shut. He could only make a soft whine in the back of his throat.
Dillon smiled down at Coach, watching him visibly fume and look confused. He was gonna enjoy this.
“Alright boy this is how this is gonna go. You’re gonna be a good puppy and strip naked for me. No talking. No running. You will not try to alert anyone else as to what is going on. Behave and this will be…well not pleasant... but less unpleasant than it could be. Act out and…well I believe as you’re fond of saying, “Fuck around and find out!”
Coach found himself removing his shirt, tossing it into a corner, revealing his sculpted chest, skin tanned dark from all the time spent outside. Then, despite him struggling against it, he found himself pulling his pants and underwear to the ground, tossing them aside too as he stepped out of his shoes and socks, cock swinging back and forth on display for Dillon who leered at him and just watched as Coach Smith finished stripping then went back to all 4s crouched down. He felt himself turn bright red and then fume internally as Dillon ruffled his hair like he was some pet who had just done a trick.
“Good dog” Dillon said, making Coach Smith growl angrily inside his head, but all that came out was a barely audible whimper as Dillon continued “now you're gonna be a good puppy and sit pretty for me. Plant that cute little ass on the ground. Legs folded next to you, so your cute little cock is on display. Hands on the ground in between them spread slightly.”
He struggled against it but another light tug on the leash and Coach Smith found himself assuming the position exactly, planting his ass on the rough carpet and feeling it rub across his balls as his legs spread to the side and he placed his hands balled in front of him, giving a clear view of his free hanging cock and balls. He felt himself starting to blush and tried his best to suppress it. He wouldn’t give this punk the pleasure.
Dillon crouched down and rubbed coach's chest, grinning when coach wiggled slightly all over and panted for a moment. This was going so well. Now onto the next step. This was gonna be fun. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small packet from which he extracted two pieces of plastic and a set of keys.
“Alright boy” Dillon said in the same tone he would use with a naughty puppy “that tone you took was very inappropriate. Not to mention some of that language. You’re gonna need to be punished. Starting with this. Sit up. On your knees, legs spread and hands behind your head.”
Dillon knelt down and began fiddling with Coach Smith junk, guiding first his balls then his cock through a small plastic ring before guiding coaches' shaft into a short plastic tube and connecting the pieces. He followed this by inserting a small brass lock, turning the key, and standing back up to put the key on a necklace he wore and tucking it away. He grinned and gave it a gentle shove with his boot, making Coach Smith wince internally and whine out loud.
“There we go, nice and secure pup. That’s part one of your punishment. Now for part two. Follow me. On all 4s, like a good doggy.”
And Dillon started walking out the door to Coaches office holding the leash, and Coach had no choice but to follow on all 4, the rough carpet and cold concrete feeling even more ominous as the warm air of the locker room caressed his bare ass.
Dillon led Coach into the locker room and over to his locker and then stopped. He then tugged on the leash and slapped the wooden bench in a clear command to get on it. Coach started to sit normally but Dillon gave the leash a tug and a short command of “on the bench, stay on all 4s boy” and Coach was powerless to resist. He climbed up and positioned himself as told. Dylan snapped a few quick photos and then turned toward his locker.
Dillon opened his locker and dug around for a moment before pulling out a wooden paddle with the words “Bad Dog” etched into it. He gave it a few twirls in his hand and showed it to Coach before speaking.
“Alright puppy, here is the second part of your punishment. You're getting a spanking. I’m thinking a nice even 50 to start with. You can whine and whimper all you like. But I’d be careful being too loud puppy. Who knows who might come looking? And I’m not ready to share my puppy with the rest of the team. Yet.”
Coach Smith felt a cold trickle of fear at the use of the word yet, but all that was driven from his mind the first time the paddle smacked into his backside. He instantly cried out, a loud whimpering whine escaping him but quickly smothered, as his ass cheek burned where the paddle had hit him. Just as he recovered from the first strike, the second landed and he bit back another exclamation of pain. This continued for 8 more hits before he felt Dillons hand caress his ass, slowly rubbing him and emphasizing the slight heat Coach was starting to feel.
The next blows came quickly as Dillon ramped up the speed and intensity, giving short rubs in between and taunting Coach.
“That’s right puppy. That’s for all the nasty homophobic comments. That’s for all the rude remarks on the playing field over the years. This one is for all the times you told us how real men play!!”
He continued until finally Coach had tears running down his face and his ass was bright red, and he could feel the heat coming off it. Dillon grinned as he set the paddle down and rubbed Coaches bright red ass, laughing when his touch caused the older man to jerk away slightly.
“That’s right puppy. Good boy, taking your punishment. That’s the first of many spankings you‘re gonna be getting Coach. See I’ve heard all about your behavior over the years. You have a lot of bad boy behavior to make up for. Now. We are gonna go to your office. You're going to put your clothes on. Get your stuff. And we are gonna walk out to your car together. You're going to be a good boy and not say or do anything to alert anybody that would make them wonder if something’s wrong. When we get to the car give me the keys and then go be a good puppy and sit in the passenger's seat.”
Coach wanted to protest. He wanted to beat this little fucker for daring to treat him this way. But instead, he crawled back to his office, Dillon walking behind and clearly admiring his still aching butt, got dressed, collected his things and then headed out towards his car.
Coach Smith was trying desperately to control himself. He could still feel his aching ass and the constricting confines of the weird cage that held his dick keeping him confined and trapped. He calmly walked outside to his truck, handed the keys to Dillon, then sat down in the passenger seat, all without saying a word.
Dillon hoped inside and turned the engine on and then picked the leash back up and gave it a tug. Instantly Coaches head snapped around to look at him, alert and obedient. Dillon patted Coach on the head and then spoke.
“Good boy. What a good puppy you are. Alright Coach. Time to strip. Good dogs do not wear clothes when they are alone with their owners. Get used to this puppy. You are gonna be on display for me quite often.”
Dillon watched with delight as Coach stripped naked again, leaving his clothes piled on the floor, his caged cock on fully visible and fit, muscular form on display. Dillon reached over and fondled the older man’s balls, laughing at the light moan the other man let out as he was touched in his most private area by another man. Dillon could almost see the fury behind Coaches eyes and rubbed his belly again like you would a dog, laughing again at the instant reaction of pleasure and the shift in the coach’s face before starting the car and driving out of the parking lot toward Coach Smiths house.
“Good boy. That’s right. I think we are gonna spend a fun afternoon getting to know one another. And I’m gonna teach you just what it means to be a good boy. After all, you have a lot of catching up to do puppy.”
Coach whimpered and, in his head, swore as he was fondled and manhandled by Dillon. But he couldn’t do anything as the car followed the road down to his house just a few minutes away. Dillon pulled into the garage and shut it off then went around and opened the passenger side door and took the leash again and gave it a tug.
“Alright boy. Follow me. Like a good puppy on all 4s. Anytime it’s just us, unless I say otherwise, you're going to crawl on all 4s like a good puppy. Now come.”
Coaches crawled out of the car onto the rubber mats of his garage and tamely followed Dillon into his house, his ass stinging slightly and feeling his cock gently swing from side to side in its new cage.
Crawling into the house, Coach experienced a weird feeling as he saw his usual furniture from the position he was being kept in. He whimpered as the rug brushed his knees slightly painfully and then felt the pull of the leash as Dillon dragged him into the middle of the living room and told him to stay, dropping the leash before going to sit on the lazy boy recliner, but not before stripping off his shirt and shorts so he was glad in just black boxer briefs, showing off a well filled pouch and muscular legs with feet clad in black Nike socks. Dylan then pointed to the floor at his feet and said a single word.
“Come!”
Coach tried to resist but complied immediately and crawled over to the boy.
“Sit pretty!”
Coach felt his ass hit the carpet as he plopped down into the pose from before, his trapped dick on display and still sore ass pressed to the ground.
Dillon smirked and rubbed coaches' belly again, snickering at the dumb dog whimpers and happy shivers that went through the older man. Then he hooked his fingers over his boxers and began to lower them as he spoke.
“Good dog. Now it is time for you to start practicing another new trick you’re gonna learn. All dogs love bones, and this right here is gonna be your favorite one puppy. Now be a good boy and start by licking your handler’s cock like the horn dog you are.”
He pulled the boxer briefs off and his full 7 inches came springing out, flicking pre cum onto coaches' face. He smirked in triumph as he watched coach move closer and closer to his dick, clearly fighting it but finally felt the warm, wet tongue caress his sack before continuing its way up the shaft to his head, catching the pre cum that was slowly glistening there.
Coach fought against the compulsion, but he continued to slowly work his tongue up and down Dillon’s cock, starting at the base of his balls, tasting Dillon’s sweat and inhaling his natural scent. He moved his mouth up the shaft, the smooth, warm skin feeling surprisingly soft on his tongue before finally reaching the head where his tongue would wrap itself around the glans, getting a salty taste of his pre. Coach continued these slow, sensual licks to Dillon’s cock while the boy laid back in the recliner and relaxed.
Dillon let out a sigh of contentment and looked down at Coach from his resting position in the chair. He smirked as he saw the short cut dirty blonde head of his pup bobbing up and down on his knob. He stretched his legs out a bit, enjoying the sensations of the man’s clumsy, but earnest, blowjob. Dillon flexed his toes in aroused delight as he thought of all the times he had wanted to put coach in his place. And now he had the means to do so. He reached a hand and pressed down on the back of his pup’s head, shoving him to the base and holding him there for a few moments until he could feel the man gagging and letting him back up to catch his breath. He chuckled and repeated the motion, gagging coach on his cock for a few seconds before letting him up to breath before applying pressure and pushing him back down to the base, encouraging him to use his tongue. He chuckled at the pathetic whimpers coach made around his dick as he was forced to take the entire thing. It was so much fun seeing this prick nice and humbled. But this was just the beginning; Dillon thought to himself as he moved both hands back behind his head and let coach begin his steady up and down motion.
Minutes continued to go by as the coach felt his knees ached slightly from the position on the rough carpet and he whimpered softly, hoping he would get Dillon’s attention. Well, that’s what came out. What the coach tried to do was shout and call Dillon all sorts of names. But instead, only the pathetic whimper came out as he swallowed even more pre cum. Dillon looked up, opening his eyes from the relaxed posture he had assumed. He saw the coach looking at him with big eyes and shuffling his knees slightly trying to get comfortable. He smiled and then spoke again, pulling his boxers back over his still hard cock.
“Good dog. Not bad for your first time. Looks like we need to get you dressed though. Sit here. Lemme get my bag.”
Dillon wandered outside to the car and left the coach sitting on the floor. Coach tried like hell to take a step. A single step.
But despite him struggling till he felt his veins bulge and his heart begin to beat faster and his face turn red, he stayed in place. He screamed loudly inside his head, but no sound came out.
Dillon wandered back in carrying his duffel bag and began reaching into it and pulling things out. A set of knee pads. A set of 4 dark black and grey cuffs with a green lining and large rings attached to them. A grey and black harness with green accents in some stretchy looking material. A pair of what looked like thick leather mitts with paw prints stamped on them and a buckle with a lock dangling on it. A weird black, green and grey dog shaped mask. And a weird piece of rubbery material in similar colors that looked like a dog’s tail but with a bulb at the end. Coach had no idea what most of this was but got the feeling he was going to find out. Dillon grabbed the knee pads and then began giving orders again while dressing coach in the gear.
“Alright boy on your back. Good dog. Look at the red butt. Something tells me this won’t be the first time I tan your ass this color. Leg’s up puppy and spread them for me. Show me that locked little puppy nub and your hole. Atta boy. Lemme slide these knee pads on. There we go. Ankle cuffs now. One and two. And locked. Alright sit pretty. Good boy. Let’s get these wrist cuffs on. And locked. There we go.”
He continued this string of praise as he dressed his puppy, taking the time to tease him while he locked things on. While he had him on his back, he made sure to fondle coaches locked dick, enjoying the whimpers and whines as he gently gave his pups balls a few soft slaps. He gave his ass a playful swat as well, chuckling at the short whimper and the reproachful look his pup gave him. Finally he told coach to sit pretty and watched as he did a short roll to the side and sprung up into position.
One at a time, Dillon had his pup make a fist and slide his hands into the mitts, tightening them and then locking them on. Coach experimentally put his hand down and found they cushioned him and protected them from the carpet but made it so he could not handle anything with any form of dexterity.
Coach tried desperately to struggle during this. Feeling Dillons hands all over him, petting his chest, rubbing his arms, fondling his cock randomly and just treating him as his property was infuriating. But he just sat there and let him dress him in this freak stuff. He followed Dillon’s orders to put his paws up in the air as the harness was slid into place and adjusted. Dillon gently slapped his cheek and praised him, making coach want to scream at him but only making several more puppy noises.
Dillon grabbed the hood and slid it over coach’s head, tugging it into place and fixing his ears, lining up the eyes and making sure it sat correctly. He stepped back to admire his handy work and enjoyed seeing the coach dressed as a puppy, gear locked on and clearly ready to obey. But he had one more step, and he was going to enjoy this one. He grabbed a bottle of lube out of his bag and then grabbed the small Oxballs tail plug and walked behind coach before giving him a new command.
“Stand!”
Coach started to stand up, but Dillon quickly spoke up, the authority in his voice making coach flinch both internally and externally.
“No. Bad dog! You do not walk on two legs. Stand means on all 4s, paws shoulder width apart and legs spread the same distance, head up and looking forward, back slightly arched. I should be able to see that caged puppy nub of yours dangling between your paws and have easy access to your ass. Now. Stand!”
Coach let out a whimper as he was berated and quickly corrected his posture. He could still feel the spanking he had been given and knew this position was putting his bare red ass on full display as well as his trapped dick. He shivered slightly in the cold air of his house and Dillon smiled as he noticed and walked over and turned the heat up a few notches. He wasn’t a monster. Just a pervert.
Dillon knelt behind coach and gave his pups still red and warmed ass a few rubs, prompting a few soft whimpers from coach as he clearly tried to rebel. But he was helpless as Dillon used one hand to further spread coaches’ cheeks, showing off the clearly virginal tail hole of his new puppy. Dillon grinned. He was going to enjoy this. He grabbed the lube and poured some on his finger and then slowly began to slide it into coaches exposed ass.
Coach whimpered, internally this time. He could feel something unpleasant was about to happen. His feeling was proven correct moments later as a cool, hard object began to push itself inside his asshole. He flinched, both internally and externally, and tried to pull away. But nothing could stop the slow steady progress of his tormentor’s finger as it shoved inside of him. He cried out in pain as he was violated by the sadistic quarterback, feeling the finger pull all the way out and then shove back in, wet and cold again as he felt his hole begin to feel more and more wet and slippery.
Dillon was chuckling softly under his breath as he slowly worked his index finger in and out of the coach’s hole, applying more and more lube. He kept this up for a few minutes, moving slowly and taking his free hand off coaches’ ass to rub his back, speaking softly like you would to a scared animal.
“Shhhh its okay boy. You’re okay. I am just opening you up a little. That’s right. Soon you’re going to love it when I play with your ass. That’s right. Good boy. Just breathe for Sir. Atta puppy. Here. Lemme show you how much fun your hole can be.”
Dillon crooked his finger and slowly probed around for the coach’s prostate. After a moment he found the hard little mound he was looking for and pressed against it, slowly rotating his fingertip on the end and enjoying his dog’s reaction.
Coach felt his body betray him by calming down, responding to the petting and soothing words. Internally he was fuming. This little queer was molesting him! Like he was some kind of homo! He couldn’t believe he was just standing here on all 4s in all this weird gear taking this. Why couldn’t he fight this!? Then he felt a new sensation that caused his brain to misfire, his anger forgotten for a moment.
The moment Dillons finger made contact with coaches’ prostate; a firework show of pleasure lit up coaches brain. The pain of the penetration was briefly forgotten as a warm, electric kind of tingle went through his entire body making him shudder. He could still feel the discomfort of penetration but the place that Dillon was stimulating was making his cock begin to swell to fill the cage, causing his dick to strain in the cage and making Dillon laugh. He slowly added a second finger, adding more lube as he stretched coach open and teased his prostate and mocked him slightly. He didn’t want the old man enjoying this too much. He was being punished after all.
“Oh does that feel good puppy? Do you like it when the, what did you say…oh right. “Some fucking fairy” plays with your ass? I can see that puppy nub of yours filling your cage. You like it don’t you pup. Like I told you pup, you're going to learn to love when I play with your ass. There, I think you should be stretched out enough. At least enough for your tail. As for other things, well, I have some other toys you’re going to be introduced to in time. Deep breath now puppy. Here it comes.”
Coach wanted to yell. He wanted to scream and hit this kid for daring to do this gay shit to him. But he continued to sit still, shiver in pleasure and…pant like a dog behind this mask thing as another finger joined the first and stretched his ass wider. Then he heard the comment about a tail and realized what the last thing Dillon had pulled from the bag was. He started trying to thrash away again. To run. To scream. To do anything to stop what was about to happen. But nothing worked and he felt the bulb of the tail plug touch his hole and begin to slowly be inserted. He tried and tried to stop this violation of his person but instead whimpered and then let out a low, slutty sounding moan as the plug passed its thickest part and, with a slight sucking noise, the tail lodged itself firmly in his hole.
Coach winced at the pain as the plug settled into place, while also experiencing that spurt of pleasure as it grazed past his prostate again. His body shook slightly and finally he fell to the floor as Dillon let him relax with a simple “rest “command. He fell on his side, wincing as the tail shifted and caused a spear of pain/pleasure to lance though him. He managed to keep his cock between his legs, so it was not squished between them, as it was still sticking out slightly and filling the cage entirely.
Dillon smiled as his puppy reacted to having his tail inserted for the first time. What a drama dog. Like that was any worse than the grueling exercise coach put them through when he even imagined someone fucked up. He rubbed coach’s chest and butt, gently fucking him with the tail and enjoying the whimpers as he stimulated the pup’s prostate again. Finally, he backed up and pulled out his phone and switched to a camera app. Time to snap a few photos for his Bluesky account he had just started. He was going to show the internet every step of coaches training. He already had a few good ones of his freshly spanked ass and his dick before and after caging he had snuck in at the school. He would get a few with coach in just his hood and collar at some point. But for now, he wanted his pup fully geared up looking like the little slut he was soon to become.
He began to give coach orders, having him assume different poses. Sit pretty. That one he knew. Then came the new ones. Beg, as he was settled on his knees, torso upright and hands at his chest like a dog asking for a treat. Roll over, forcing him to do a barrel roll across the carpet making his tail and cage press against him in weird ways prompting more sounds of both arousal and pain. All of these were caught on camera and Dillon could see coaches posture begin to register defeat with each flash of the camera.
“Present!” Dillon said as he tilted his phone to the side to capture some landscape photos.
Coach paused, confused. He had stopped fighting, having no energy anymore after having his hole violated and a tail crammed into him. He followed through the poses until the last one. He cocked his head at Dillon, confused and not wanting to mess things up. Dillon chuckled and rubbed his pup’s head, prompting a few happy pants and the first actual sound that was not a moan or whimper. Coach barked softly, a clear question in his tone. Dillon smiled and went over and used gentle pressure to lower his pup’s front half down to the ground, while lifting his hips up and spreading his legs wide so his ass and cock were on display.
“There we go boy. Present means you go face down ass up and show Sir what a good little slutty puppy you are. I want to see that cute hole on display and your lil puppy bits swinging between your paws. Atta boy there we go. Let’s get a few photos of you looking so sexy and slutty. Everyone is going to be so envious of how well trained you are.”
Coach whimpered at the thought of anyone seeing this, but knew fighting was pointless. He was out of energy at the moment. He was still hating every damn minute of this humiliation and making plans to beat the absolute tar out of this damn fairy boy when he was free, but he tamely raised his ass and even wagged his tail for the photo, causing Dillon to praise him again which resulted in more wagging and his cage dripping pre cum from the feeling of the tail grazing his prostate. He cried internally, the humiliation cracking through his macho man exterior briefly before he mentally slapped himself and told himself to get a grip. He was a 43-year-old man. He could take this. And when he got free, he would teach this fairy a damn lesson.
Dillon could almost see the train of thought in the coaches’ eyes. So, he decided to divert him with a few more long-term commands, rather than the short instruction he had been giving. He took a few more quick photos, fondled his pup’s nub to make him whimper again, then started to speak.
First, a little more fun and throat training. He ordered coach back to a standing position and was delighted when to see his head was perfectly at crotch level. He took the leash and pulled coach closer, giving him his orders as he crawled over.
“Big sniffs now pup. Get a nice big whiff of my scent. Soon enough my scent is going to make that nub leak and your mouth water. That’s right. Rub your nose on my bulge. Good dog.”
Coach swore internally and mentally gagged at the scent filling his nose. He had managed to lift up the muzzle of the mask as he had leaned in, and his nose was buried in the fabric of Dillon’s boxers. He could feel his dick straining in the cage, and hated how his body seemed to be betraying him. After a minute of being forced to inhale the younger man’s scent, coach watched Dillon pull the briefs down again, his large and leaking cock again on display.
Coach knew what was coming and didn’t fight back much as again his jaw fell open and Dillon began to slide his cock in and out of the coaches mouth, giving him orders to use his tongue, which coach did, sliding it along the shaft and across the head as Dillon pushed in and out of his throat. Coach gagged several times when Dillon shoved a bit deeper then usual. Dillon continued with a string of humiliating praise for coach, enjoying the blush creeping down the man’s neck.
“That’s my good little cock sucker. Look how fast your learning. Lapping and slurping away at my cock like the hungry puppy I knew you are. There we go take all of it. Hold it there. Hold it. Now breathe. Atta boy. Soon you’re gonna be taking this cock straight to the base without a single issue. Good dog. Look up at me. Open your eyes.”
Coach tilted his head up, looking into eyes that danced with delight at his predicament. He continued to move his head back and forth, gagging himself on Dillon’s cock as he watched his tormentor take out his phone and take video of his large tool sliding in and out of coach’s mouth, feeling the mask press against him with every thrust in. He felt even more humiliated when Dillon took several photos and then turned on the video again and gave him direct orders.
“Speak boy” Dillon said, smirking as he held the camera steady and looked right into coaches' eyes, enjoying the helplessness and rage he saw burning in them as he continued “bark like a good dog with my cock down your throat.”
Coach tried to fight it but found himself making soft, muffled barking sounds around Dillon’s cock as the young man laughed at him. Finally, he gave coaches face a short pat and pulled his cock out of coach's mouth, coach taking in several big gulps of air as Dillon tucked his cock away and spoke again.
“Alright boy. It’s starting to get late and unfortunately; it’s a school night. Much as I want to spend all night starting your training I need to get home soon. So. Let’s have a talk about how things are going to go from now on.”
Coach felt a cold shiver down his spine at the look Dillon was giving him. He felt the collar around his neck seem to warm against his skin as Dillon spoke.
“You are forbidden to tell anyone what goes on between us. That includes talking about it, writing about it, acting it out or any other kind of communication. Only I will decide who gets to know about this. Behave and maybe I will keep it between us puppy. I promise to only post photos of you with your face hidden if you behave. Act up and that could change. When we are alone, and you’re allowed to speak, you will address me as Sir and nothing else. You will even refer to me as Sir in your own mind. Forget this and there will be repercussions. You belong to me now. You will be staying caged until I decide you have earned some free time. You will never be anything but polite and respectful to me when we are alone. In public you will act as you always have been. Aside from that nasty homophobia. From now on you’re going to be a good little ally. Maybe I will take you to the pride parade with some of my friends and we can march. Bet the crowd will love you. Now, I am going to allow you to speak human words. I strongly recommend you think about your words before you mouth off.”
Coach looked up from the floor, hardly believing that he was being allowed to talk. He took a moment to collect himself, nervous about what was going on here. He finally spoke, his voice as soft and respectful as he could manage.
“Thank you for allowing me to speak Sir” he managed to choke out, hating the words as he said them. Dillons smirk almost made him lose it, but he kept himself under control. He continued.
“Why are you doing this Sir!?” he finally burst out after a long pause. He couldn’t help himself.
Dillon walked over and began to rub his puppies head through the hood and responded.
“Simply put? The world would be good with one less homophobic asshole running around ruining folks’ lives because his views are stuck somewhere back in the 60s. And if you mean the kinky stuff…. well, I always thought it would be fun to have my own puppy I can train up how I want. And having one twice my age as my personal little toy adds to the fun. Answer your question puppy?”
Coach nodded, swallowing another nasty remark. He slowly felt out his next question, his brain slightly befuddled as Sir continued to pet his head.
“Ummm…how are you doing this Sir? Making me do all this queer shiii….” Coach trailed off as he realized the pets had stopped and Sir was glaring down at him. He was confused for a moment and then realized what he said and started to stammer out an apology, fearful of the consequences but was instantly hushed by Sir.
“Quiet. No more words for you. Bad dog. Less than two minutes being allowed people words and you use a slur. Of course. Stand. Paws on the coffee table. Spread your legs. Wide. Wider. I wanna see that nub. Hold it there.
Dillon went over to his bag, almost gleefully. He had been kinda hoping his dog would fuck up. He wanted to punish the puppy more. It was so much fun enjoying his power over this man. He grabbed a wooden spoon and the bad dog paddle and walked behind coach and with little preamble, brought the paddle down on his puppies left cheek. He took a moment then brought it down on the right one. Coach let out a short whimper and then then barked again, this time a short, painful sound. Then Dillon just let fly and began to turn every inch of his puppy's ass a brilliant red, slowly and methodically.
Inside his head, Coach screamed as the blows from the paddle added up too quickly to count, with only brief breaks for Sir to taunt and belittle him. His screams were turned into a series of yelps and puppy cries as his ass was lit up like the 4th of July. And Sir continued his verbal and physical assault.
“Bad bad dog. I give you a chance to speak and you immediately use a god damn slur. Clearly, I need to be firm with you. So. Listen good pup. You are no longer allowed to use profanity. Of any form. Anytime you even try to even think a curse word you're going to feel this.” Dillon snarled as he swapped to the wooden spoon and brought it down hard across coaches ass, in a resounding smack that prompted a full howl out of coach before the puppy began to sob, pathetic little whimpers and whines accompanying the tears that splashed against the wooden coffee table.
Dillon did not relent, though he did not bring the spoon down that hard for the rest of the 20 swats he delivered to his puppies' ass, leaving several vibrant bruises that where sure to make sitting a painful task for the next week or so.
In his mind coach had briefly gone mute. The pain and humiliation, coupled with the now locked in command that any thought of profanity would bring back the memory of that strike, caused him to blubber internally as well, completely lost to the pain.
Dillon took a deep breath and then set the tools aside and just waited a moment, watching coach to be sure he hadn’t gone too far. That swat with the spoon was a deep, livid red with purple outlines and was accompanied by several others with various shades of the same. He waited a moment longer, then moved himself over to the chair again and sat down. He spoke, his voice loud enough to penetrate his pups crying but not a yell either.
“Come.” He said, pointing at the ground in front of him. Coach instantly obeyed, shuffling over and wincing slightly as the skin on his ass stretched and ached. His face was cast down like a dog ashamed of itself.
“Sit” Dillon said and coached corrected his posture instantly, wincing again. Dillon continued.
“Now. You will not be using profanity anymore. And that also goes for any kind of racial or sexist slur. Anytime you even think it. Bam. You’re gonna feel that all over again. And given you do not wanna explain constantly why you are crying out in pain; I strongly recommend you work on cleaning up your language quickly. All right. So, you understand puppy? A simple head shake will suffice.”
Coach nodded rapidly, not needing his actions forced this time. He was quite thoroughly cowed at the moment.
Dillon smiled and petted his pup’s head then stood up and reached into his bag and grabbed his spanking after care. A soothing, cooling lotion. He told coach to turn around and then present, before gently slathering a thick layer on his pup's ass. Coach instantly began to relax. He grumbled as his cage was fondled again, but the soothing relief was worth it. He wagged again, feeling the tail inside of him swing back and forth, slapping against his cheeks.
Internally, coach let out a deep breath and sighed in relief as the cooling sensation settled over him. He was keeping his thoughts very carefully filtered, not wanting the pain to return. He stood up and rubbed his head against Sirs leg, trying his best to show him he would behave. He could try and play along for now and then go from there.
Dillon smiled and pet his pup for a bit and then stood up fully and stretched before pulling coach’s head back into his crotch. He lifted up the snoot of the hood so coaches nose was pressed directly against his bulge, rubbing his snoot on it for a bit before disengaging from him and then sliding out of his boxers entirely, standing naked in front of his pup.
Coach nervously watched Sir strip, his muscular body fully on display. He reminded coach of himself at that age. Muscular in all the right places. 6 pack abs. Sturdy legs. Not much in the way of body hair and a bushy but well groomed crotch with his half hard cock pointing in coaches direction. Coach swallowed nervously, guessing what was coming next.
Dillon smirked and pointed to his cock and said a single word.
“Suck.”
Coach crawled forward and obediently took the cock down his throat again. Whimpering softly again, he began to suck Sirs cock again, hating every moment but knowing disobedience would result in more punishment. He could taste the salty pre leaking from Sirs cock and wanted to gag but fought the urge and continued to quietly suck.
Dillon continued his superior smirk and pet coaches head, just relaxing and enjoying his pups mouth and sawing his hips back and forth a bit, enjoying the soft whimpers and gags as he hit the back of his pups throat. Damn coach had a nice muzzle. Dillon was looking forward to getting his pup fully throat trained so he could face fuck him as hard as he wanted. Coach was going to look so good drooling and teary eyed after a hard throat fucking.
After a few more minutes, Dillon reluctantly pulled out of coaches mouth and put his pants and shirt on, still holding his musky boxers.
“Alright. Let’s get this stuff off you. For now. Most of this will be your standard outfit when we are together. But for now, I have something else for your day-to-day wear. Also. Mouth open puppy.”
Coach stayed perfectly still as Sir shoved his musky, sweaty briefs into his mouth and then ordered him close his muzzle. He fought back the feeling of disgust and held the pungent fabric in his mouth as the cuffs and mitts were unlocked and removed, the harness slid off, the hood removed, and the knee pads slide off. And finally, with a quick order onto his back and another to take a breath and let it slowly, the tail slid out of his hole.
Coach sat back up and felt the the collar unlocked and removed. He felt a sort of pressure on his mind fade and his actions were his own. For a moment he thought about attacking the little asshole.
CRACK!!! The full force of the smack hit his ass again, causing a very unmanly yelp from coach's mouth around the briefs. He realized what he had thought and how quickly the punishment had followed. He looked over from where he was still on the floor on all 4s and saw Sir staring at him with a raised eyebrow. Sir chuckled and then walked over and looked down at his recalcitrant little puppy.
“Wow already? Someone is in for a painful few days it sounds like. Tsk tsk tsk. Better clean up that mind puppy. Don’t wanna constantly have to explain why you’re so jumpy.” He said, ruffling coaches' hair. Dillon then took the chainmail collar out of his pocket where he had stuffed it while putting away the gear and before his puppy could react, had it around his neck and the lock clicked. The black, grey, and green links, the school colors, glinted in the dim light.
Coach flinched, waiting for all his actions to be taken over again and his free will to squashed. But it didn’t come. Instead, he felt a light buzz and then then nothing as the cool metal settled against his skin. He looked at Sir and then settled back into the sit pretty position, not wanting to stand up and upset Sir again. Sir raised his eyebrows slightly and then gave him a pat on the head as he hoisted his bag on his shoulder before walking toward the front door. As he went to open it, he turned and spoke one last time.
“By the way. While just calling you puppy is fun and all, you’re gonna need a new name for your life as my good dog. Behave and I’ll continue to call you coach in public. Misbehave and everyone is gonna know what a good dog you are, Champ.”
Coach felt a weird tingle run over his body and then the collar around his neck felt heavier. He looked down and saw the tag attached to the collar had writing on it. The background was vaguely holographic and had the name CHAMP engraved on the surface. He gulped and just nodded from his place on the floor, keeping his mind deliberately blank to avoid the phantom swat again.
Dillon opened the door and stepped out, stopping to blow a kiss at Champ playfully before headed out, strolling down the street to catch the bus home. He was flushed with success and ready to go home and jerk off and bust a nut. Much as he wanted to just throw his new puppy on the bed and rail his ass and breed him, he was gonna enjoy taking over his pup's life one bit at a time. And if he did things right, Champ would come to him and beg for Sir to fuck him. That would be when Dillon knew his puppy was fully broken. He smiled as he boarded the bus, and it drove off.
Champ, he found it hard to think of himself as anything else at the moment, waited a long 5 minutes to be sure Sir was gone before he slowly stood up on two legs. He felt a bit wobbly after all that time on all 4s, and his butt still hurt both externally and internally. That plug had stretched him, and he could still feel it. And he was very carefully filtering his thoughts to keep that damn-SMACK!! Champ yelped, the underwear he had been holding in his mouth falling out as the blast of pain shattered across his butt, cutting through the cooling relief of the lotion Sir had applied but fading quickly.
He whimpered, trying to keep his thoughts away from profanity. He slowly walked around the house, still naked with the cage on his cock the only thing he wore aside from the collar. He grimaced, batting at the cage and almost thought another word he shouldn’t but quickly turned his mind away from it. He started to make himself some food and then stood in the kitchen and ate it.
He then decided to test something. He grabbed his phone and tried to call the nonemergency police number. When someone answered he quickly tried to explain everything that happened, but the words died in his throat. The women on the other end asked if he was alright and he tried again to say that he had been assaulted, but again the words just would not come out. He ended up making up a lame excuse about how someone on his street was parked incorrectly and hung up.
He tried texting the principal that he needed to suspend Sir, but he couldn’t force his fingers to write the words. He could feel the frustration rising and in a moment of irritation thought about how much he hated Sirs stupid fuck-SMACK!!!
The pain exploded across his ass again and he let out another very unmanly whimper as the pain slowly faded.
He realized that Sirs instructions where clearly well thought out. He wouldn’t be able to figure out a loophole tonight. Hopefully, some sleep would help him.
Coach went through his usual nightly routine. He slipped on some briefs and a pair of shorts, hiding his caged…. He stopped before he thought anything that could be a cuss word. He remembered what Sir had called it. His…his nub. He grumbled to himself as he thought it and said it aloud. But he did not feel the painful swat and so he knew it would work. He had tucked his nub away, but he could not get away from the feeling of being…controlled.
He watched sports on tv, took a shower and got into bed with only 2 instances of the swat occurring. The lotion had absorbed into his skin and his butt was not as sore, but for sure he could feel the painful welts from the spoon and the general ache from the paddle. He had looked in the mirror and could see where the paddle had left the imprint of the words “Bad Dog” across his cheeks. He felt his face warm in humiliation and almost made the thought about insulting Sir but stopped it before it could finish.
As he went to lay down in bed, his phone buzzed and he looked down to see a text from Sir. He did not know how he had gotten his number in his phone but when he read the message he felt his face flush with anger and even more humiliation and just managed to keep his thoughts neutral.
“Hey puppy. Imagine you're getting ready for bed now. You’re gonna take those briefs I left, rub your face in them nice and thoroughly, so my scent is all over you, and then put them in your pillow case. That way you can smell Sir all night. Night Champ. See you at school tomorrow.”
Champ growled angrily, then said out loud as he realized he was growling like a dog “that little fuc-“ SMACK. The pain hit him over again and he whimpered even as he retrieved the boxers from the floor where they where laying and rubbed them all over his face till the scent was all over him, before flattening it out and sliding it into his pillowcase. He laid down and could immediately smell Sir even more strongly.
He tried laying on his back, but his butt was throbbing. He tried laying on his chest, but his nub was squished. So, he ended up on his side, trying to doze off. When he finally did, it was to dreams of Sir putting him in all the gear again and humiliating him as he put him through his paces. He dreamed of having the tail put in him again and again, feeling it slip inside his hole and grind against his prostate. He woke up once to the feeling of his nub swelling to fill his cage and the anger washed over him again followed quickly by a yelp as the phantom spank landed on his ass. He whimpered and laid back down, trying to ignore his aching balls as he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep, a small drop of pre steadily leaking from his cock as he squirmed in his dreams.
Sitting at his desk in his dorm room, Dillon put the finishing touches on the posts he was making. He sighed in delight and looked them over. Coach bent over the bench in the locker room, ass starting to turn red during his spanking. A view of the top of his head with his red ass peeking out while he was sucking Dillon’s cock. Fully geared up and sitting pretty, followed by one of him presenting looking like a pup desperate to get dicked down. None of these would show who it was but would give everyone a great store of fapping material. As well as making them want to come back for more.
Dillon grinned again and then looked between his legs, where he was naked from the waist down. And then sighed in delight as the boy under his deck continued slurping down his cock. He thrust his hips a few times, enjoying the choking gurgles as the boy fought his gag reflex. But he had been well trained and took the rough use well before Dillon sat back into the chair and the boy resumed his up and down bobbing motion.
Dillon set all the posts to post over the course of the next few days and then stood up, grinning as the boy under his desk let out a whimper of sadness before crawling out from under the desk and smiling up at him, drool running down his face and a look of complete and utter submission on his face. He opened his mouth and barked and wiggled his bare-naked ass, the only clothing he had on being a leather collar and pup hood. Dillon smirked and then pointed at the bed. The puppy immediately jumped up onto the bed and laid on his back, rock hard cock on display and paws lifted up and showing off his hole. He was a trim but well-muscled guy, not much body hair but well-groomed where he had it. His bright green eyes were locked on Dillon. Specifically, Dillons cock. He barked again, trying to tempt him over.
Dillon shucked off his shirt and got on the bed, giving the pups ass a slap before lubing his cock up and sliding it into the pup’s hole in one smooth motion, glad he had made the boy pre lube himself before he came over. He railed the pup’s hole, savoring the warm tightness of the pup’s ass and enjoying the whimpers and moans that jolted from his mouth as Dillons cock pistoned in and out of him. Dillon smiled and gave the puppies nipples a little squeeze, prompting a short bark of excitement before he spoke, his free hand stroking the pup’s cock.
“Yea that’s a good boy! Sir’s cock feels good in that hole doesn’t it puppy? Yea you’re just a little breeding bitch now, aren’t you? Fuck your hole never fails to squeeze my cock perfectly. Isn’t this better then playing video games all night, being Sir’s good dog?”
The puppy barked happily, clenching his hole every time Sir pulled out and relaxing as he pushed in, aching for Sir’s cock. His brain was entirely fixated on serving and obeying. He was a good puppy bitch for Sir!
Dillon felt his orgasm approaching and gave his pups cock a little more attention, determined to see him cum while Dillon filled him up. He teased his pup more as he felt himself get closer and closer.
“Fuck yea puppy clench that ass for me. Milk your Sir’s cock real good baby. I am gonna flood this hole. You want it pup? You want my load in your slutty little puppy hole?”
The puppy barked and whimpered and thrust against Sir’s cock and bucked against his hand, desperate to cum and get cummed in. He needed it!
Dillon smiled at the begging and with a grunt and a short growl of his own, filled his pup’s hole with a massive load of cum he had been wanting to shoot since making coach strip for him. He felt his pup’s cock convulse and then several large blasts of cum shot across his hand and the pups chest. Not surprising, given Dillon had told him to edge but not cum for the last 2 weeks. He had been complaining of blue balls all week and Dillon had decided to give him some relief tonight while he celebrated his new pup. He had been aching to train a new puppy, and a hunky older guy who was gonna try and fight the entire way, exactly his kind of challenge. He finally finished shooting his load and slid out slowly, pulling the puppy next to him for a cuddle. He lifted the base of the hood and locked lips with the pup, enjoying a brief kiss before lifting the hood up and off, revealing a cute boyish face with medium length brownish red hair and a bit of stubble. He smiled and they kissed again before he nuzzled up against Dillon and spoke, his voice slightly muffled against Dillon’s chest.
“Mmmm that was amazing Sir. Thank you!”
Dillon smiled and responded, his voice satisfied and tired.
“You earned it pup. Two weeks of edging and not cumming with no cage. Good boy! See, I told you make a much better catcher then you do a pitcher.”
They both laughed and looked in the corner where a dusty baseball uniform was crumpled where it had been taken off in a hurry. Dillon rubbed the pup’s ass, giving it a brief spank and then snuggled the smaller man closer, letting him press his face against Dillon’s chest. He knew this pup loved feeling snuggled up and safe against someone bigger than him. After all, Dillon is the one who had trained him to be that way. He ruffled the pup’s head and murmured to him sleepily.
“What time is your first-class tomorrow pup?”
The pup mumbled his answer into Dillon’s chest, slightly muffled but audible.
“Not until 10 Sir.”
“Good then you can spend the night.”
The pup nodded, more than happy to spend an evening with Sir. Dillon continued his slow pets of the puppy as they both began to doze off. Soon the pup was breathing slowly and steadily against his chest and Dillon gently shifted the puppy to rest alongside him with his arm wrapped around the smaller man’s form and the other holding his head in a tender gesture.
His last thought was how his last puppy project had gone so well, the proof currently being snuggled up into his arms. He couldn’t wait to try all his knowledge on a much less willing target. He smirked as his eyes drifted closed, his cock stirring again, even as the puppies paw found its way down and grabbed it, holding onto Dillon’s cock like a safety blanket.
