#Abuse #Gay #Mature #Teen
By Tekoki_866
Young Ken’s sexual adventures continue in the coach’s office.
Ken was half-heartedly running around the track. His mind kept going back to his sexual adventure with Mack the plumber. All the intense feelings—things he’d never experienced, only fantasized about. He kept thinking of the large older man pinning him to the kitchen sink and fucking his ass for all he was worth.
In fact, his asshole was still quite sore from having his boy-cherry popped back there. Without realizing it, Ken slowed down until he was barely walking around the track.
“Fielding! What the hell are you doing out there? Daydreaming?” His coach yelled angrily.
Ken was startled by the outburst and completely stopped. The other boys had already lapped him and were snickering and laughing at him.
“Uh oh, Ken’s gonna get it!”
“Who’s the slacker now, Kennie?”
“It’s gonna be your ASS!”
Ken ignored their mocking laughter and sighed. Some days he hated those assholes.
“Ken, get your sorry ass over here! Double-time!” his coach yelled.
Ken was startled again and immediately took off, running flat out to get to the coach as quickly as possible.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Fielding? You’re out there dragging ass, head in the clouds! Dammit, you were my best candidate for the track meet! You throwing it all away now?!” The coach was irate with anger.
Ken didn’t know what to say. He joined Coach Blackhill’s team as a freshman, and a year later he was winning competitions. “I’m sorry, Coach.” Ken said quietly.
“I know you’re sorry, boy, and you’re going to be even more sorry after school when you see me for extra training! Now get off my field!” Coach said, throwing down his clipboard and storming away.
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After school, Ken knocked on the coach’s office door.
“Get in here, Fielding!”
Ken opened the door and found his coach sitting behind his desk. He was a large man, over 6 feet tall, broadly built with a buzz cut and a goatee. His arms were really muscular; the sleeves of his polo shirt stretched tight, and he wore form-fitting khaki shorts.
Coach got up from his chair, and Ken could see the outline of his cock straining against the side of his shorts. It looked huge and juicy.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, boy, but we’re going to fix it right now!” He moved past Ken and closed the office door, locking it securely.
“Take those shorts down.” Coach said in a low voice.
“What? You want me to…” Ken hesitated.
“Why are you still wearing shorts, boy? Strip! Now!” His tone demanded obedience.
Ken reluctantly pulled down his shorts. He was wearing a snug white jock strap underneath. It made his cock feel nice and supported. The straps on the back cradled his butt cheeks and also felt nice.
Coach Blackhill went to his desk and pulled out a small device. It was made of black silicone and had two bumps connected to a curved base. He also grabbed a remote control and a small bottle of lube.
“Lean over that chair back, boy.” He ordered. Grabbing the lube and the device, he moved back towards Ken.
Ken was unsure what was happening, but obediently he leaned forward over the chair. His smooth ass was exposed, and the coach stepped up behind him. He squirted some lube on the device and took the opportunity to feel up Ken’s ass cheeks.
“This is The Punisher—a remote-controlled butt plug. You’re going to wear it and then sit right here with me and do some lines.”
Ken shivered when he felt Coach’s strong hand rubbing his ass. His cock stirred, and he ground his hips against the chair back, using the hard surface to rub on.
He felt something cold and slippery being applied to his anus and realized Coach was fingering his ass. He groaned at the intrusion. Unconsciously grinding his hips into the chair.
“Oh, you like that, huh? You’re a regular little sex pistol, boy! Well then, maybe you’re going to enjoy THIS!” He shoved the butt plug straight into the teen’s ass, slamming it home so that the base was snug against Ken’s flesh.
“Aaah!” Ken cried out at the sudden pain. His cock twitched, and he grew even harder. “No, it-it’s too big, Coach!” he cried desperately. Ken tried to wriggle free, but Coach held him down against the chair.
“You’re not going anywhere, boy! Now you stay put and take it!”
Ken trembled as he took a long, deep breath and held still. His ass still hurt, but it wasn’t so bad now.
“That’s it, boy, take it.” Coach grabbed the base of the plug and began working it back and forth. Ken’s tight little anus spread around each bump of the plug before shrinking back down.
Ken groaned again as his ass was repeatedly penetrated by the device. He pushed his cock up against the chair back and enjoyed the sensations rolling through his loins. “Oh fuck!”
“Okay boy, I think you’re ready.” He pulled Ken’s shoulders back and straightened him up. “Now sit down on that chair.” He commanded.
Ken tentatively sat, careful of the plug filling his ass. As his butt touched the seat, the base of the device pushed the plug all the way into his anal passage once more. It felt incredible!
Coach Blackhill produced a notebook and a pen. “Now you’re going to sit there and do lines while I finish some paperwork.”
Ken looked at the notebook. At the top was written, “I will concentrate on my work.”
“I want you to repeat that line until I say to stop,” he ordered the boy.
Ken squirmed a little as he said, “Yes, sir,” and began to write.
After about fifteen minutes, the butt plug twitched and began to vibrate. Ken jumped a little in surprise. “Wha- what’s happening?!”
Coach had a wicked grin on his face. “I thought you’d like that—time to up the ante on your punishment!” So saying, he adjusted a dial on the elaborate control box on his desk.
The butt plug responded by vibrating even stronger and beginning to twitch back and forth inside Ken’s anal passage. “Ooh! Ooh! Ken groaned aloud, unable to control himself.
“Keep still, boy! Take it!” The coach said in a tone of voice that had to be obeyed.
Ken gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate on the notepad, but it was as if he forgot how to write—his mind was drawing a blank.
Coach Blackhill grinned evilly and pressed a button on the control box.
The butt plug responded by adding a pumping action—so now it was pulsing, flexing, and pumping. All inside Ken’s anal passage.
The young teen groaned once more and fell forward onto the desk, barely getting his hands up to stop from hitting the surface.
Coach Blackhill stood, rubbing his crotch. He pulled Ken forward over the desk as he unzipped his shorts and pulled his enormous cock free.
The large man cupped Ken’s chin as he leaned forward. Lining up his cock at the teen’s mouth. “Open up, boy—time for the rest of your punishment!”
He pinched Ken’s nose, and the teen gasped. As he did, the coach slipped his dick into Ken’s open mouth.
“Now suck it like it’s your favorite lollipop!” He put his beefy hand on the back of Ken’s head and forced him to take more of his cock into the teen’s mouth.
Ken’s eyes watered as his gag reflex kicked in, and he struggled to breathe—but he soon adjusted. He sucked and licked for all he was worth. The butt plug had aroused him so much he could barely stand it and truly wanted to please his coach. He rubbed his cock on the desk, trying to ease the ache in his loins. Ken felt his coach massage his neck and shoulders as he was sucked off, and Ken felt pleased with his efforts.
“Aah, fuck yeah, that’s it, boy! You’ve got it—keep sucking me, cradle my balls!” he instructed as he thrust in and out of Ken’s willing mouth.
Ken sucked that slippery cock and reached out to fondle Coach’s testicles. They were like two weighty plums and fit nicely in his hand. He cupped them, squeezing them softly as his mouth worked.
The coach thrust his hips as he continued fucking Ken’s mouth. Suddenly he grabbed the teen on both sides of his head and let loose a mighty blast of cum. Straight down the young teen’s throat. “Oh fuck, that’s it! Swallow that cum, baby boy…”
As Coach Blackhill came, he turned all the butt plug controls to full blast, causing intense waves of pleasure for his young teen.
Ken reeled as the butt plug went crazy in his ass. The movement, the pulsing, the incredibly strong vibrations all triggered his prostate overly-stimulated orgasm.
The teen screamed out loud and fully collapsed on the desk a final time, his cock sending multiple spurts of cum into his straining jockstrap. He lay there panting, unable to move, unable to speak.
The coach finally turned off the device, quieting the sexual storm of chaos in the teen’s rectum. “Well done, boy. And now you’re mine.”
Something about that statement seemed familiar to Ken. Then as he lay there, he remembered his other Daddy, Mack.
Oh fuck, he thought…
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By Tekoki_866
#Abuse #Gay #Mature #Teen
