"This is unacceptable! If you think I'm a faggot, you're sick. I'm going to file a complaint against you and a report for harassment and abuse of power. This is an outrage, an abomination. I won't allow myself to be treated this way!"
The young, muscular trainer shouted furiously first thing in the morning at an expressionless director who sat at his desk staring at him. For a second, the director thought he'd gone too far, but he noticed Hunter pressing his folder against his crotch to cover his erection.
He noticed his ragged breathing and his unusually hard nipples.
When the Adonis finished his monologue, he stared at the director, his brow furrowed and a slight blush creeping across his face. It was time to play for keeps. Director Brown had reviewed the comment on that website all night and had already laid out his plan.
"Shut up, you whore! I already let you try your useless methods to boost team morale, and you didn't do a single damn thing right. Now I'll take control of that big whore's body of yours to accomplish the task the way I see fit."
"B-but, Director!" Hunter said, red-faced and pleading.
"My Lord! Remember, from now on I am your Lord, I own you, you little faggot. Tell me, did you read the email I sent you last night?"
"Y-Yes, my lord," Hunter said, head bowed, a few tears escaping his blue eyes, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.
"I've called the football team to your office for a motivational talk, so you need to get ready," Mr. Brown said, tossing a small plastic bag into Hunter's lap.
"I've called the football team to your office for a motivational talk, so you need to get ready." "Hurry up and put on your new uniform. From now on, you'll have to adhere to the dress code at all times, as the outfits you usually wear are quite problematic for the students. We're in an educational institution, kid!"
For a moment, Hunter thought he was finally getting a reprimand for his usual revealing outfits, but that thought vanished as he pulled the contents of the bag out.
He would never dare wear such revealing clothing in public, and that thought coming from him said a lot.
"What are you waiting for, you whore! I want you ready now! Get naked!"
The principal was impatient and licked his lips, taking in every detail of the blushing coach who undressed uncertainly, revealing his entire naked body to Mr. Brown, who was speechless at the beauty of Hunter's huge, defined muscles and captivated by the sight of his enormous, pink, appetizing nipples in all their glory.
The young bodybuilder was left in his thong and was starting to put on his new shorts when he was interrupted.
"I haven't authorized the use of that obscene, dirty whore's thong in my school. While you're wearing the uniform, it's best if you don't wear underwear to avoid problems."
Hunter removed the tiny piece of fabric that barely covered his generous manhood, revealing a long, thick cock that rested limply on two enormous testicles. His pubic area was covered by a fine layer of neatly trimmed blond hair.
"You'd better come tomorrow without any hair. Nobody likes hairy whores."
Hunter just nodded defeatedly as he put on his new uniform. He struggled to understand the principal's logic, since in his opinion, this outfit was far more revealing than anything he had ever worn in public before.
His new work uniform consisted of a white Lycra t-shirt that said "Coach" on the back. The short sleeves exposed half of his deltoids, and it was so small that despite his efforts to pull down the hem, it kept riding up, revealing his navel. To make matters worse, the garment had a V-neck with such a plunging neckline that it exposed the upper part of his defined abs, and with the slightest movement, his nipples peeked out, completely exposed.
But the bottom part was the worst… the "shorts" (if you could even call them that) he wore were ridiculously short, leaving part of his buttocks exposed, and had a seam down the center that insisted on digging into his rear and completely hugging the shape of his glutes.
The pouch of that garment struggled to contain his enormous manhood without much success, and the rise was so low that the base of his massive penis was visible, making his package look grotesque.
The outfit was made of such a fine, silky, and elastic white fabric that it perfectly outlined the contours of his penis and balls. You could even see the veins of his member as if it were a second skin.
That outfit left absolutely nothing to the imagination, testing the exhibitionism of the young bodybuilder who was experiencing modesty for the first time.
"My lord, this uniform is too small," Hunter said.
