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Coach's Punishment
🕑 Added 2020-04-21 03:42:57 +0000 UTC“Zeke… Stop it…” Colin whined as he felt the other guy pushing him around.
“What are you going to do about it, dork?” Zeke crossed his arms against his muscular chest. “You know, I actually don’t really like your attitude. Actually, a pussy like you shouldn’t be talking back to me like that.”
“No. Wait. Stop it!” Colin cried out as he felt himself being pushed through the gym. “You don’t get it! If coach finds out he’s going to do to you what he did to me.”
Zeke laughed again. “Make me do work in the gym? Why’s that a punishment. Hell I probably need some more time in here anyways. Gotta make sure I can impress the ladies after all.” He gave his reflection a wink as he passed one of the mirrors. “Now do my fucking homework, or I’ll really make you’re life in here suck.”
“Zeke…”
“Listen you little fa--” A strong hand gripped Zeke’s shoulder causing him to realize the mistake he’d just made. There was only one person at the college confident enough to grip him like that. “Co-coach Driver?” he choked out.
“It is,” the deep manly growl from the older coach exuded a confidence that would make near any man fall to his knees. He tightened the grip and spun Zeke around. It didn’t matter that he was on the football and wrestling team, Coach Driver used almost no effort to move him.
Zeke felt his words caught in his throat as he looked at the scowl on his coach. “I-I-I was just--”
“I heard what you were just doing,” Coach Driver growled. It cut off any discussion from the college athlete. “Alright let’s get this over with,” Coach Driver said.
“Uhh… What?”
A heavy sigh exited the coach’s mouth. He didn’t bother turning around. “You need to get your workout in right? To ‘impress the ladies’?” The extra emphasis on the last couple words really pissed Zeke off. No one questioned his sexuality. That was a given. However, he had to grind his teeth to keep from saying anything he might regret. It wasn’t just a position that Coach Driver was in but also his size.
His overly broad shoulders and thick arms were not something to be messed with. At 6’3” he looked to be about 230, maybe 240 pounds but lifted weights like someone who was well over 300. Though no one had actually ever seen him step on a scale to confirm that his body just wasn’t that dense.
“You coming or what?” Coach Driver had his patent glare at any of the jocks who didn’t follow his rules. Despite being in his thirties, he commanded the football field like he’d been there for the last thirty years. His presence demanded respect and the other coaches, even though they were older, often followed his lead.
“Right… Right!” Zeke’s body hopped two at the command. It took him a second to realize that Coach was actually serious.
Coach had already racked up a forty five pound weight on each side of the bench press. “Ready?” there was still a bit of a glare on his face as he asked the question.
“Ready? Course I am. But don’t you think that’s a bit light?” Zeke bragged.
“Too light?” Coach looked over the bar again. “Guess I don’t know what you can lift. Add whatever you like.”
Zeke added another plate to each side. It was still a bit lighter than he wanted but right now it wasn’t the time to be showing off to Coach. He tried to keep a smile on his face but the anger from the other man just didn’t seem to go anywhere. ‘Hardass…’ he thought as he smiled through his teeth.
Laying on his back, Zeke looked up at the Coach’s imposing frame. In this position he looked so much bigger and more commanding. Zeke brushed the thought aside and gripped the bar, lifting it off the rack. He let out a hard huff and went through his ten reps. But he was huffing and puffing a bit more than he thought he should have.
“Too much?” Coach chided.
“No…” Zeke huffed. He was trying to catch his breath. Looking at the bar. It wasn’t even his full weight he worked out with, but right now it felt like it was. “Again,” he laid back down on the bench and grabbed the bar. With a heavy grunt he hefted it off the rack again and pumped out eight more reps. “Shit…”
“You sure?” Coach’s smirk was all the more frustrating. His thick arms crossed his bulging chest. The two pecs looked like they were just barely contained in the polo he was wearing. The top button seemed to have popped off the shirt. And then there were the sleeves that were filled to the brim with his biceps. The large round muscle stretched them even more.
‘Focus,’ Zeke slapped his face trying to get the imposing man’s frame out of his mind. But it didn’t help that he had to lay on his back and look up at him. He gripped the bar again and let out another powerful grunt. It just barely made it off the rack and plummeted down towards his chest. Zeke flinched
But then stopped. “Woah there,” Coach’s voice was a bit more jovial as he said it. “Told you that might be a bit too much…” He was holding the bar with his hands like it was almost nothing. Then racked it back up.
“What the hell?” Zeke felt his world spinning around him. It was like he’d just pushed himself too hard on a deadlift and his blood wouldn’t quite go to his brain. “What’s going on..?” he stood up and staggered around the gym. His eyes couldn’t focus on anything. Anything other than coach. The more he stared the more grounded he felt.
“Woah there,” Coach repeated as Zeke fell into his arms. “It’s always a bit hard the first time. I know…” His big hand ran through Zeke’s hair. “Don’t worry. It’ll be all over soon.”
“Over? What’ll be over?” Zeke felt his daze barely wearing off. His body leaned more against Coach as he asked the question. But for some reason the man he was leaning against felt bigger. Zeke’s head had to tilt back slightly to look the other man in the eyes. His head was resting more easily against his firm chest. And hand holding onto a pec for support.
A deep rumbling laugh filled the coach’s chest. “Oh man, that never gets old,” he grinned. “See bud, I don’t like bullies on my team. If you aren’t going to treat the other students with respect, I don’t want you playing for me. I’ve been coaching here for the last eighty years and my rules haven’t changed one bit. This is your first warning. It’ll be a quick twenty four hours. Next time it’s a week. And then there is no third warning.”
“Huh?” Zeke had to look even further up at his coach. He didn’t remember there being so much distance between them. “What are you talking about?”
Coach Driver pushed Zeke away from his chest and spun him around. The mirror showed exactly what was happening. Every single one of his muscles were quickly deflating. He could see each and every one of them pulling closer and closer to his body. Losing their definition. A strap on his sleeveless shirt drooped down his scrawny arm. His chest was as flat as his stomach.
“Oh gawd,” he whined. Slowly he staggered closer to the mirror unsure if it was actually happening. A touch to his face and then the rest of his thinning body was all real. He could visibly see all his weight disappearing as he stared. “What’s happening to me!?” His eyes looked back up to see Coach’s massive body looming over him. Somehow he looked even bigger than before. His sleeves were starting to tear and the second button holding back his pecs had burst.
“You’re getting a taste of something else,” Coach said. “But like I said. This time it’ll only last for twenty four hours.”
Zeke felt a lump in his throat. He gulped as blood was rushing through his body. Though his eyes could not look away from the masterpiece in front of him. The large brooding and powerful muscles with a comparatively thin waist all packed inside a polo and khakis that just barely fit him. His hand naturally swiped at his cock feeling the new stimulus in between his legs.
Coach threw up a flex, almost to brag to him. “Man you felt so good…”
“Yeah?” Zeke’s mouth seemed to hang open at the compliment. He caught himself and tried to play it off. “And after the third time?”
“Well you stay like that forever,” Coach Driver said. He started stretching his new muscles and getting a feel for them. Each time letting out a loud satisfied groan as he stretched them out. From every angle the large defined muscles looked bulbous and powerful. “But I can always make it permanent right now, if you want?”
“What?!” Zeke was brought out of his trance again. He was just about masturbating in front of the man at the moment. He hadn’t even realized his shorts had dropped to his ankles and cock in hand. “Oh gawd! No I don’t think--” he jumped back noticing what he was doing. His small body stumbled over his shorts and then nearly fell against the weights behind him.
Coach Driver moved a lot faster than a man his size should have, catching Zeke’s small body before he hurt himself. “That’s fine,” Coach said. His eyes lingered. “You know you’re a lot cuter than Colin…” Zeke felt his face burn as he heard the words. “How about a test drive?” The coach’s large hands engulfed Zeke’s and placed them against the weights. He easily spun the small man around and put his hands down against the weight.
Zeke felt his ass push up. “Co-Co-Coach?” he stammered. The new feeling he was having seemed to make him nervous. Watching Coach Driver pull up his XXL shirt to reveal his sexy little ass only seemed to turn him on even more.
“Don’t worry Zeke. It’ll only hurt a little…” Coach Driver let his khaki shorts drop around his ankles, revealing his own beast. A heavy gulp came from Zeke’s throat as he felt his own throb at seeing the size and girth of the monster. It was at least a foot long and the size of a beer can all the way to his body with two heavy balls churning. The giant member looked more suited for a horse than another man.
By the time it hit Zeke’s ass, it was already dripping with pre. “Oooo!” Zeke felt his body squirm under the sensation. His hole was rapidly being covered as was his coach’s cock. The tip pushed in, breaking his barrier. “Oh gawd…” his hands held onto the weights even tighter, squeezing them with all the strength his tiny body could muster.
“You’re doing so good… So good,” Coach whispered into his ear. His mouth started to nibble on his neck, trying to relieve some of the pain. “Just a little more…”
Every muscle in Zeke’s body flexed at the sensation. His ass was being filled past what should have been possible. He could feel the rod opening his insides up with each inch that dug a little deeper into him. He grit his teeth, but the moment he felt the cock press up against his colon, he was done. Every bit of him released as he felt his cock blow against the weights in front of him. He couldn’t control himself any more.
His ass gripping the coach’s cock was just too amazing. Then he felt the hard splashes of cum fire into him. Each one pelting his insides with another thrust. Coach only let out a mild grunt but he seemed more than satisfied with what he’d done. Slowly the blood in his cock moved to other places and he could pull out again.
Zeke was a bit of a mess as sweat ran down his brow. It was like he just finished the best workout of his life. He stared small body clinging to the weights for support. “Oh gawd…” he moaned as a finger went towards his ass to feel that filling sensation again. He wiggled it around trying to get the feeling again but it wasn’t anything like what Coach had done.
“Now remember. Stay. Out. Of. Trouble,” Coach scolded.
“Ye-Yes sir!” Zeke replied but his eyes kept drifting down to the monster between the other man’s legs. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to obey that command.
