Jason pulled his new Camaro into the stadium parking lot and turned off the ignition. It was late on Friday night, and the lot was pretty much empty. As he climbed out of his car, he felt the now-familiar twinge of pain fire down his leg.
Jason had spent the last four glorious years as an up-and-coming star receiver in the pros, but with his recent off-season diagnosis of permanent knee damage, it appeared his days in football were at their end. His day to day life would be fine. He could still lift weights, swim, and otherwise function, but he would no longer have the lightening speed and agility demanded by professional football. “Twenty-six and retired,” Jason reflected to himself as he crossed the parking lot toward the University field house.
When he got the diagnosis, Jason packed a quick bag, got into his car, and started driving, heading east. He intended to head home to his folks in Ohio, but when he got to St. Louis, he made a split-second decision and turned southeast, toward his alma mater. He wanted to revisit his glory days, see the campus where he would always be a hero, see the old haunts, and most importantly, see Coach T. The closer he got to South Carolina, the more urgent his desire to see his former coach became.
Coach Tyrone Wells was a legend in South Carolina. The first black coach of a Division I school in the entire South, Coach T had taken the bottom-dwelling “Yard-birds” and turned them into proud Roosters, perched continually at the top of national power polls. To Jason, Coach T had been a true mentor, coaching him from eager prospect to pro-quality talent. Once Jason put his trust in Coach T, he began to excel, not only in sport, but in academics and maturity, as well.
Now, with Jason’s pro career cut short, and feeling lost about his future, Jason knew he needed to see his former coach. If anyone could help and consol him, it was Coach T.
Jason entered the field house through the side door, unlocked as always. Memories of college flooded over him as he made his way along the long hallway, past the glass walls of the empty weight room toward the locker room and athletics office. He entered the dimly lit locker room and paused, breathing in the deep scent of sweat and muscle, basking again in happy memories of camaraderie and celebration embodied in this “Temple of Jock-hood.”
The light from the frosted widows of Coach T’s office bathed the locker room. “Typical, Coach T is still at work, even this late in the off-season,” Jason thought, relieved that his grueling drive across eight states was not made in vain. Jason approached the coach’s door. He could faintly hear Coach T’s voice, it’s familiar low timber inaudible through the door. Excited, Jason knocked. The voice went silent, and Jason could hear movement, and a door close. Then, after a brief silence, the office door opened. The bright light from the office flooded the darkened locker room, momentarily blinding Jason. As his eyes adjusted, Jason saw the hulking, muscled silhouette of his former coach, framed in the doorway by the bright light. Then, the full image of Coach T stood before him.
“Well, well, boy,” Coach T’s surprised voice exclaimed, “The high-and-mighty jock has returned to visit his humble old coach. Jason, son, how the hell are you?” Coach T stepped from the doorway and wrapped his bulging, muscled arms around Jason, pulling him into a powerful man-hug. Jason’s eyes filled with warm tears, not only from relieved joy, but also from coach’s python-like embrace. Coach T released the young jock, put his arm commandingly around his shoulder, and steered the football star into his office.
“How’s the knee?” Coach T asked as he sat Jason into the chair next to the desk. Jason sat silent, speechless, overwhelmed, as Coach T moved behind the desk and opened the liquor cabinet, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of bourbon. As he poured two shots, the coach’s dark deep eyes searched Jason‘s face, and Jason began to tear up. “I see, that bad, huh?” Coach T responded, understanding the severity of the injury from Jason’s posture and expression. “Who else knows?” the coach asked. “Just the high-ups in the organization and the medical staff,” Jason replied, gathering himself, wiping the tear from his eyes.
“Well, all good things…” Coach T responded in postured optimism. “Time to stop playing a boy’s game, and enter a man’s world, son. Certain as shit, you’ll be the richest young man retired at twenty-six.”
“Yeah, coach, you’re right,” Jason half-heartedly agreed. “When I got the news, sir, I was just overwhelmed. I couldn’t think what to do. I took off for home, but then, I just had too see my old coach. You’ve always been a source of strength for me, coach; I just need someone to give me direction right now.”
Coach T slid the bourbon shot across the desk to Jason. “That’s an intriguing combination of words, boy, strength and direction.” A widening grin spread across Coach T’s face, his bright white teeth framed by thick pink lips, a deep contrast to the dark ebony skin of his handsome face. Jason looked pleadingly into his coach’s warm, understanding eyes. In the mature man’s confident stare, Jason felt a sense of comfort and relaxation. Jason felt reassured and calm in the presence of this strong and powerful man. The two men raised their glasses, and toasted silently. “Son,” Coach T continued after he tasted the bourbon, “You’ve always been my favorite boy, a spectacular athlete and a great student. If you focus on all the things I‘ve taught you, you‘ll find the strength and direction you’ve always needed.”
Jason blushed, a warm feeling that he had done something good. He dropped his eyes to the glass of bourbon in his lap. He knew his old coach would tell him just what to do, and in that, everything was going to work out fine. “Jeez, coach, I guess I’d do just about anything to relive those great years I had here, under you. I was never more content or more filled with life than back in those days.”
Coach T began to laugh, amazed this hot jock had no conscious idea of what he’d just said. But soon, soon, he’d make sure Jason understood.
Jason was startled by Coach T’s laughter, and suddenly felt foolish. Coach T sensed this, and reassured the lost jock-boy. Coach T rose from his desk, moved around and stood before the seated football player. He leaned back on the desk, his powerful 6’4” frame dominant over the muscled young man. “Relax, boy, look at me.” Jason’s eyes rose, climbing up the body of his former coach. Jason’s eyes took in the older man’s hulking form. His crossed, bulging thighs protruded obscenely out from his tight football shorts. The crotch laces of his shorts stretched tight across the mature man’s ample bulge, barely able to contain Coach T’s obvious massive dick and balls. Coach T’s tank top clung tight to his thick, strong torso, curved slightly over his gently arcing belly, but stretched taut around his huge, football-mound pecs. Defined nipples capped each mound, standing at full attention, nearly piercing through the strained white cotton of Coach T’s wife-beater. The bleached whiteness of the tank top contrasted the smooth, dark black skin of Coach T’s broad, full shoulders and thick, manly arms. The center scoop of the tank top sensuously framed the top of his pecs and his thick neck. A thick gold chain hung around Coach T’s powerful neck and plunged down into the open gap between his pecs, the end of the chain hidden under the tank top. Continuing up, Jason’s eyes explored Coach T’s face. His broad jaw, white smile, coal-black eyes, all framed by tight, wiry curls of close-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair. Coach T was the physical ideal of the proud black man, masculine and confident.
Coach T moved his strong hand out to Jason and cupped it under Jason’s chin, commanding and controlling the boy’s attention. Their eyes locked. “Listen, son, you can always trust me, I know what you need. You want control over your life. Jason, relax and let go! I’ll be there for you; let Coach T make the heavy decisions for you. Now stand up.” Rising to his feet, coach’s hand still guiding him, Jason stood before his coach like a little boy ready for punishment. Coach T pulled the sexy jock into him. His arms enveloped Jason. Unlike before, this embrace was gentle, fatherly, sensual. Coach T’s hands rubbed softly along Jason’s back, stroking his tight frame. Instinctively, automatically, Jason laid his head under Coach T’s neck, comforted by the touch of his hero. Coach T let his hand drop to the muscled jock’s ass, patting the firm round butt. Jason began to giggle like a little kid, again aware of his identity as a big-time pro-football stud. Jason pulled back slowly from their embrace. “Careful, coach,” he teased, “you don’t want me thinking your some kind of homo, now, sir.”
“You know me, son, I leave the cock-sucking to you young boys. I get my rocks off pumping tight holes.” Before the moment passed, Coach T continued, “Jason, son, come into the back office, I have something to show you. You’ll find it’s just what you need.” Coach T placed his arm around Jason’s shoulder and guided him to the back office door. He opened it, and directed the boy inside.
When they entered the back office, Coach T’s inner sanctum, Jason was startled to see a young man, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. The young man was watching a TV, completely unaware someone else had entered the room. Jason couldn’t see the screen, but the program must have been pretty amazing to hold the young guy’s attention so absolutely. “Jeez, coach, I didn’t know you had company, sir. I don’t want to, I mean I didn’t get…” Jason’s voice trailed off, suddenly confused by the sight. He looked again at the young man, now noticing the kid was almost naked, wearing only a jockstrap. “Coach, what the heck is going on, here?” Jason asked, turning to face the bigger man.
Coach T smiled. “Jason, you remember Ben. He red-shirted during your senior year under me. He’s also one of the best players I’ve ever coached, a natural tight end, almost as good a student of the game as you.” Coach T addressed the kneeling boy. “Ben, say hello to my former student and subject, Jason.”
Suddenly aware of their presence, waking from a trance, Ben turned first to look at Coach T, then to Jason. “Hello, sir, I’m honored to meet you, sir.”
“Good boy, Ben, now focus again on the ‘game film,’ boy.” Coach T ordered.
“Yes, Master, to please you, Master,” Ben responded. Ben’s expression resumed it’s former trance-like condition, and his focus returned again to the TV screen.
Jason was completely confused. He was both stunned and wary that he’d made a big mistake dropping in on coach unannounced. He turned to confront Coach T. He stammered, “Coach what the fuck is going on here, what have you done to Ben. I don’t understand, sir.”
Coach T moved his arm from around Jason’s shoulder and forcibly grabbed the young jock by the scruff of his neck, pulling them face to face. “You don’t yet remember, boy, but this will help.” Coach T used his free hand to pull at the gold chain hanging around his neck. As he drew it upward, a gold object rose from behind the neckline of his tank top, dangling and swinging gently from the end of the chain, hanging free in the concave space between Coach T’s massive pecs. Justin’s eyes fell on the object. Immediately Jason recognized it. He began to relax, a sudden calm overtaking him. “Jason, my boy, do you recognize this object?” Coach T asked. Jason felt the warm trance, long absent, flow over him. “Yes, sir, it is coach’s whistle,” Jason droned absently, watching the whistle gently swing from the end of the chain. “Very good, Jason. What does coach’s whistle symbolize, boy?” Coach T firmly asked.
“Coach’s whistle is the symbol of Coach’s authority, sir. It commands obedience, sir.” Jason responded, his mind and body opening, relaxing, as he spoke the familiar words and felt their truth.
“Excellent, Jason. And how do you show your obedience to Coach’s authority, boy?”
An open smile crossed Jason’s masculine face, and he answered in simple acceptance, “By worshipping you, Master. By giving my mind and my body to you, Master.” Jason felt the absolute power of Coach T flow into him. His mind drifted to hidden places, but his body was completely alert. Both mind and body joined in focus of their only purpose, to serve and pleasure Master.
Jason began to lower himself to his knees in submission to Master, but Coach T stopped him. Jason obediently raised his eyes to meet Master’s. Coach T’s coal black eyes were lit with passionate flames, fires of lust dancing and burning with intensity. Jason whimpered, the big, strong football jock transformed into willing slave boy.
“Jason,” Coach T commanded, “You’ve returned to Master. You will worship Master. But first we will prepare. Strip off your clothes, put on this jock-strap. Then assume your place beside Master’s other slave, Ben. Review Coach T’s special ‘game film.’ I will join you both, soon. Then you will submit completely to Master. Go and obey.”
“Yes, Master, I worship you completely, sir.” Jason took the jock-strap from the black man’s hand, turned and removed his clothes. Coach T’s powerful trance controlled his every thought and desire. He pulled the jock-strap onto his muscled frame. Jason reveled at the feel of the mesh fabric as it cradled his swelling dick and heavy balls. The tight straps gripped firmly around his smooth buttocks, slightly spreading each cheek, allowing cool air to reach the sweaty fine hairs encircling his tight, pink asshole. Jason move to his position beside Ben and lowered to his knees. He felt no pain from this movement, his desire to serve Master was so strong.
The two boys were fully aware of each other’s presence, but neither spoke or acknowledged it. Each was focused only on the TV screen as they obediently awaited Coach T’s return. As Jason watched the ‘game film,’ he knew he’d seen it before. On the screen was a backside shot of a muscled young man, bent over a couch. He faced away from the camera, using his hands to spread the cheeks of his firm ass. The camera slowly zoomed in to frame a close-up of the young man’s small, pink asshole. The young stud writhed in ecstasy, whimpering and begging, “Please, Master, please. I am your cocky jock slave. I have sinned. I need salvation. I can only be complete with Master’s seed deep inside me. Please, Master, fill me with the cum from your big black cock, sir.”
The young jock on the film then turned to face the camera and Master. Jason was startled, but not entirely surprised, when he saw his own image. He was the muscled young blonde in the ‘game film.’
Jason became aware of Coach T kneeling down behind him. He could feel the warm, moist heat of the naked black man radiating along his backside. He felt the two stiff points of Coach T’s erect nipples teasingly poke into his shoulder blades. Despite his rising lust, Jason still obeyed his last command, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead, viewing the image of himself, naked, prone, in complete submission to the man filming his confession.
“Do you remember that moment, Jason?” Coach T’s voice whispered, his deep voice gently penetrating Jason’s trance. “Yes, Master, I do remember. I had been very bad, and I was begging Master’s grace, sir,” Jason replied. “What had you done, slave?” the deep voice probed. “I called another team’s player a ‘nigger,’ Master,” Jason responded, tears of shame beginning to flow from the young jock’s eyes. “Yes, boy you did. And what did Master do for you after that incident, boy?”
“Master took control of me, sir. I came under Master’s power. Master taught me every man deserves respect, sir. Master helped me understand that disrespect for others comes from disrespect of oneself. Thank You, Master, for helping me learn to respect others, so I can respect myself, sir.” Jason felt clean and pure from this confession. He also felt complete love and worship for the beautiful man that knelt behind him now. Jason was rewarded for his truth. He felt Coach T’s enormous, erect cock slowly press into the cleft of his exposed ass, it’s full length grinding passionately into his back. Jason felt scalding, sticky pre-cum ooze from the top of Coach T’s dick onto the nape of his back. His own cock ached and quivered, contained inside the jockstrap prison. Coach T slid his strong hand down Jason’s golden-tanned side, caressing the firm muscles of the captured boy. He cupped Jason’s firm but supple white ass with command, then slid his thumb under the kneeling jock and grazed Jason’s tight, moist hole. Jason’s whole body shivered at the intimate touch of Master. Coach T’s thick fingers plied their way under the jockstrap and cupped Jason’s hairless scrotum. “Yeah, baby, still shaved for Master.” The dominant black daddy slowly worked his thumb into the folds of Jason’s stud-hole. “Ready to serve, eager to submit. Master taught you well,” Coach T seductively growled. “Tell Master your deepest desire.” Jason was still held deep in trance, but his body was reacting to the sensual touch of Master. His voice trembled in rapture as he responded. “I want to submit to Master, my big black Master. I need to be dominated by him. I want to worship Master obediently, to feel him inside my mind and body.”
“And Master will demand your obedience boy. You will submit to Master’s every lusty command. But you will learn tonight that you must share Master’s affection with another. Master is now proud owner of two slaves. Master wants you both to join in worship, boy.”
“Jason,” Coach T’s smooth voice commanded, “Look at Ben. Ben has been learning from Master for several months, now, but has not yet been ‘taken’ into Master’s service. Tonight, Master is going to complete control over Ben. Tonight, Ben will yield his full body to Master. He will receive Master’s huge black cock up his ass, and he will learn the true reward of obedience.” Coach T shifted his tone, addressing the younger black-haired jock. “Ben, look at Jason.” The two enslaved jock-boys now faced each other. As the young men stared openly into each other’s eyes, Coach T continued, “Ben, here, has also been bad, and he needs salvation, just as you did, Jason. Ben has also been disrespectful, and he is learning to accept authority. Ben, what have you learned?”
“Master, I have learned that when I use the word ‘faggot’ I show my own fear, Master. Master has taught me not to fear, to embrace my true self. I have learned to love myself, by learning to love Master and Master’s power over me, sir.”
“Excellent, boys, Master is proud of his two slaves. Tonight, Master will take his two favorite boys. You two will become brothers, tied together by your worship of Master’s powerful black cock.” Coach T rose from his crouched position. He stepped between the entranced muscle jocks, his heavy ten-inch dick swinging hypnotically in the sightline between the boys. “Celebrate Master’s victory over hate. Worship Master.”
Reverently, in unrehearsed synchronicity, Jason and Ben rose to their haunches and moved toward Coach T’s pendulous black cock. They met, mouths open, at each side of Master’s shaft. They licked and sucked together, their tongues joining under the hot member, their noses and lips touching randomly as they worshipped at Master’s alter of manhood.
“Oh, yeah, oh, fuck,” Coach T gasped as the two sexy, white slave boys worked his dick with devotion. His exhale of lust, filled with power and command, elicited moans of submission from the boys. Together, they were a perfect triad; Coach T, a black god, in firm command of Jason and Ben, obedient muscle studs.
Coach T placed a powerful hand on each boy’s head, stroking them, bestowing grace. “Jason, Ben is new in service to Master. Teach your ‘little brother’ to please Master. Ben, watch and learn from ‘big brother’ Jason.”
Taking the lead, Jason moved to the end of Coach T’s huge cock and deep-throated Master’s dick. He took the swollen black organ entirely into his mouth. The enormous head probed deep into his throat. He held Master’s cock inside him as long as he could, then withdrew, feeling the length of Coach T’s rod slide from his slick mouth. Ben imitated Jason’s action, and went down on the powerful cock. They alternated their efforts, first reverently, then with increasing lust, as they became lost in a frenzy of cock-sucking.
“Master’s balls, Jason, lick Master’s sweaty boy-makers.” Jason left Ben to suffer Coach T’s enormous cock alone and eagerly shoved his face into the base of Master’s crotch. The aroma of pure manhood enveloped him, and the salty taste of sweat filled his mouth as he licked and lapped at Coach T’s nut sack. Jason was overcome with the feel of the bumpy, leathery skin on his tongue as he worked each ball into his mouth. “Master, oh Master,” Jason managed to utter between his efforts, “I beg of Master. Fill me with manly seed from Master’s balls.”
“How do you want Master’s seed, slave? By what form do you want salvation?” Coach T asked, a grin of absolute dominance covering his beautiful black face.
“If it pleases Master, deliver me to purity. Give me Master’s man-seed deep inside. Fuck me, please, Master. Pump cum up my obedient hole, sir.”
“Master will grant your wish, but first prove your submission. Worship Master’s ass, boy.”
Jason kissed Coach T’s swollen balls one last time then positioned himself behind Master, coming square to face Coach T’s manly ass. Unlike his own round, tight white ass, Coach T’s backside was bigger, more beefy, more perfectly muscled. Each cheek was square, the bulky tendons and fibers of muscle stretched taught, pulling Master’s beefy ass-cheeks up and slightly apart. Wiry, curly black hairs covered the surface of each mass, increasing in number close to the slit that led to Master’s hole. As Jason pressed his face into the fold, gently nipping at the flesh, he could smell Coach T’s man-funk. Master’s hole was clean, but the musk of man-scent was strong. Jason’s tongue pushed firmly into the crevice, and probed reverently until it found the source of Coach T’s intoxicating scent. Jason’s tongue tasted man-scent fully as it found Coach T’s asshole. The strong muscles guarding the entry flexed and relaxed as Jason worked his lips and tongue around them, kissing and probing their folds.
The sensations of Jason’s rim job and Ben’s obedient blow job drove Coach T’s lust. Coach T held Ben’s head steady with his hands and began to pile-drive his hefty black dick into the boy’s throat with dominating strokes. With each thrust, his ass cheeks clenched, then relaxed, clamping onto Jason’s tongue. “Fuck!” Coach T exclaimed, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You boy’s know what Daddy likes. Yeah, Ben, you like being on your knees in front of a real man, don’t you, slave? You can‘t wait until Master gives you his hot seed up your tight little jock-butt, right?” Ben groaned his willingness, his mouth and throat fully open to Master. His eyes looked up into the towering man’s lust-crazed face, filled with tears from the assault. “And Jason, Master’s eager ass licker, so obedient and tamed, overpowered by need to suck Master’s big black ass. Give Master everything you’ve got , baby. Eat Daddy’s hole.
The boys continued their feeding frenzy, worshipping the big black Master for the next few minutes. Finally, Coach T could take no more. If he didn’t stop soon, he’d surely blow his cum into Ben’s throat. Breaking their fuck-rhythm, Coach T stepped back from the boys, and again took firm command of the scene. “Jason, show your little brother how you take Master’s big dick up your ass. Ben wants to see your complete domination to black cock. Then you can coach Ben in the skills of ass-fucking, while Master plows him into complete submission.”
Coach T moved to the couch and sat down, his haunches thrust forward, legs spread. His 10-inch cock stood up in a manly arc, throbbing angrily. His muscled butt edged off the leather couch, providing access to his boy-slicked hole.
Jason and Ben crawled over to Coach T. Each bent low and licked Master’s bare feet. Rising up reverently, the boys worked upward, caressing Master’s strong calves and thighs, toward coach’s loins. Ben was first to reach Coach T’s dark pink hole. A rimming virgin, he probed tentatively at the muscled folds, timidly learning to love man-ass. Jason soon met him at Master’s ass, and the boys alternated their licking, punctuating their rim jobs with deep throated kisses. Their faces and mouths were soon covered with shared saliva and the ripened man-scent of black ass.
Jason took one longing swipe of his tongue up Coach T’s hot shaft, kissed the flared crown, then slid up to the black Daddy’s chest. He attached his mouth to Master’s prominent left nipple, and began to nurse obediently. Ben spent extra time rimming Master, lost in the deep scent, taste, and feel of his first rim. Eventually, he worked his way up to meet Jason, and sucked in Coach T’s right nipple, whimpering and sucking like a nursing baby. Coach T looked down at his two hot boys, and a smile crossed his strong face. He was pleased at the sight; two cocky, sexy, full-grown lads, reduced by his control into willing slaves, captured by his will. Complete control was Master’s strongest aphrodisiac.
Coach T reached down with his hands, slid them under the straps of their jocks, and cupped the boy’s asses. He massaged their firm flesh and dug his middle finger into the cleft of their warm, moist slits, probing their hot, wet holes. His actions drove his fuck-slaves into overdrive and the boys began to growl and bite his swollen nipples. As Jason and Ben ground their jockstraps into his thighs, Coach T could feel the slick pre-cum oozing from their pouches onto him and the heat from their erect cocks grinding their cock-drool onto his smooth ebony skin.
Using his left hand as leverage, Coach T pulled Jason up onto him, forcing the boy to straddle him. Jason leaned down and kissed Master hard on the mouth, biting Coach T’s full pink lips. Coach T tasted his own strong scent and his dick twitched to it’s fully engorged state. “Ben,” Master commanded the younger jock, “Get down between Master’s legs. Eat out your brother’s hole, and lick Master’s cock. Master wants to fuck Jason first, but tonight, Master will fuck you, too, and you will become one with Master’s black cock.
Ben slid quickly from the mountain of ebony Daddy flesh and assumed his assigned position at the bottom side of Coach T’s cock. Coach T used his big strong hands to pull Jason’s ass up and separate his cheeks, aligning the submissive boy’s hole with the crown of his stiff ebony boy-maker. He poked gently at Jason’s hole, probing only an inch into Jason, then felt the Ben’s velvety tongue working it’s way around his shaft and into the hot hole. Ben continued working his lubricating spit into Jason, the saliva acting as lube. Soon the ridge of Master’s huge head slid past Jason’s stretched ass-lips, entering the boy. Jason pulled his torso up off Coach T, and his mouth gaped open with the shock of entry. He tried to speak, but couldn’t form words. His eyes opened wide, then rolled up in ecstasy. He collapsed in submission onto Coach T’ sweaty torso, and in his surrender, Jason’s ass slowly slid down the full length of the invading cock, slipping along the hefty shaft. His ass came to rest at the base of Master’s thick dick, squeezing Coach T’s nut sack, ballooning the big testicles from the pressure. Ben licked furiously at Master’s swollen sack, tickling the wiry hairs, making the black man’s dick convulse and jump.
Coach T grabbed Jason’s ass firmly and pulled the whimpering slave up and off his dick. Jason’s strong ass muscles gripped the shaft tightly, trying to prevent it’s exit, but he could not out-muscle Master’s strength. As the huge head brushed past the boy’s ass-lips, Ben again attacked Jason’s hole, coating the violated hole with spit. Jason moaned in delicious pleasure at the wet touch on his bruised chute. He flexed his butt-lips and gently kissed the head of Master’s cock. The tender moment passed in an instant. Coach T’s nostrils flared in lust, and he suddenly forced Jason’s body downward, while ramming his massive dick upward, impaling the plundered hole with beastly rage. Jason gasped and cried out, “Oh fuck, Master, Master, oh please, oh fuck, yeah, pound my hole! Drive Daddy’s rod deep into me, shoot man-seed into your obedient slave!”
“Fuck yeah, boy, ride Master’s cock. Show Master how much you need Master’s big black boy-maker inside you. Yeah, baby, ride Master’s rod.” Coach T quickly generated his forceful fuck-rhythm, slamming Jason’s eager body down, while pile-driving his huge dick up, and soon the pair were locked in heated man-rutting. Ben darted in and out, licking the open hole and the huge shaft when he could, tasting the feral musk of man-sex, a combination of spit, ass-juice, and pre-cum. As the pounding became more rapid, he settled into his position as Master’s ball-licker, bathing the big ebony orbs of Coach T’s crotch with his tongue.
Jason began to feel Coach T’s fuck-strokes become erratic and primitive. he knew Master was approaching climax. His own boy-cock extended to full length inside the pouch of his jock. He could feel his boy-balls climb up tight against the base of his crotch. His impending climax made his ass muscles clamp hard onto Coach T’s thick shaft, denying the head of Master’s cock to exit his boy-hole. He looked down into his black Master’s eyes, and he saw lust-crazed passion in Coach T’s face. Coach T made two more violent fuck-thrusts into the hot jock, then wedged his enormous rod deep into the boy. Every muscle in his massive body strained and locked from the tension in his groin, and he made a pained, slow, exhale. “Fuck, fuck, god damn, fuuuckin’ boyhole. Fuuuuuuuck!” With that, Coach T’s enormous rod fired off, sending violent shots of his seed deep up into his mind-fucked jock-slave. Jason yelped as he felt the first volley of boy-making cum scald the walls of his ass. The image of Master’s huge cock erupting deep inside his fuck-chute overpowered Jason, and his head rolled back in surrender. His own cock jerked madly, then it released it’s load of boy-cum. “Yes, Master, yes,” Jason chanted, “I am Master’s slave, Master’s white-boy fuck-slave. Fill me with Master’s seed. Take me, take me, I am Master’s slave.”
Ben watched as Jason’s body went rigid, then collapsed, as it received Master’s gift. His own mind filled with the image of himself impaled on Master’s huge cock. He leaned forward and worshipped at the contracting black balls, as they drove their full load into Jason. He could smell and taste the full-bodied aroma of man-sex. His own cock went rigid, then exploded, soiling his jock with boy-sperm. He too collapsed, and fell face-forward into Coach T’s crotch, mindlessly licking at the hole stretched tight around Master’s cock. He lapped at the fuck-juices that squeezed out around Coach T’s cock, the funky sperm invading his every sense.
When the violent climax passed, Coach T slowly raised Jason up and off his huge member. His softening cock slowly exited the fucked slave. When it flopped downward, Ben took Coach T’s huge but pliable member into his mouth, nursing the last drops of man-seed from it’s length. Ben suckled like a passive baby, tasting his big brothers fuck-funk mixed with Master’s cum. “Easy boy, just hold Master’s spent tool in your mouth. Master will reward you soon enough with your virgin fuck.”
Turning his attention back to Jason, whose body laid across his powerful torso, Coach T reached up and cradled Jason’s head against his neck. “There now, boy, Daddy’s here. Master is so proud of his slave. You have taken Master’s full load. You are whole again, filled with Master’s seed.” Jason reveled in the attention, a feeling of completeness enveloping him. Indeed, he thought, he was whole, his former pain and worries driven from him by Master’s loving cock-load. He kissed Coach T’s strong black neck and drifted into passive rest. The trio rested for a few, brief moments.
Recovering, Coach T’s rod again began to fill with blood, signaling it’s revival. Soon, the huge black dick extended and thickened to fill Ben’s mouth, a warning to the younger jock that his complete domination was imminent. Gaining his second wind, Coach T pulled Jason up and lowered him to his knees in front of him. “Jason, take over for Ben. Suck Master’s cock, get it good and ready for Ben’s hole.” The two jocks switched off, and Jason began a purposeful blow job, lathering the swelling man-tool with saliva. As he knelt, he could feel the slick contents of man-seed shifting in his gut, and he concentrated firmly on clenching his ass, lest any of Master’s seed escape.
“Ben, Master is ready for your virgin fuck. Master knows you have studied you big brother’s talent at ass-worship. Now straddle Master, and face your brother. Bring your virgin hole up to Daddy’s face.” Ben rose and obeyed. He stood on the couch above the reclining man and then squatted, angling his ass toward Coach T’s face. Coach T reached up and guided Ben’s creamy white butt-cheeks down onto him. Ben felt the scratchy stubble of Coach T’s five o’clock shadow on the inside of his cheeks. Then, he whimpered as he felt Coach T’s soft lips kiss his virgin hole. Master’s large, thick tongue began to probe the folds of his ass-lips, and then invade his fuck-chute. He had never felt anything so tender or sensuous, and his entire body tingled.
Down beneath, Jason had worked Coach T’s cock to full engorgement, and he used his hands to work over the black man’s huge balls, which quickly recharged with man-seed. After a few more minutes, the fiery passion again filled the thoughts of the black Master and his obedient slaves. Coach T’s tongue attacked Ben’s hole aggressively, and Ben could feel his ass-lips open in surrender to the assaulting organ. His mind filled with joyous thoughts of domination as he wiggled his ass over Master. Jason labored exhaustively, sucking with full force on Master’s angry black tool.
“You’re ready, Ben,” Coach T announced, pulling the boy’s ass from his lips. “Squat down and position your willing ass on Master’s cock.” Jason withdrew from Coach T’s rod, and the huge cock sprang upward, again full with blood and man-seed. Ben carefully lowered his ass down onto the crown of Master’s manhood. Coach T steadied the boy with his hands. Jason looked up into Ben’s eyes, sensing Ben’s anxiety. As Master’s dickhead made contact with the younger jock’s hole, Jason smiled and reassured him. “Relax, Ben, join me in worship of our complete Master. Accept his gift, become one with me in obedience.”
Jason’s words filled Ben with desire. He lowered his weight onto Master’s upright manhood. He paused for only a split-second then drove his hole down firmly around Coach T’s boy-maker. In one motion, his ass swallowed Master’s cock. A look of complete shock covered his face as he felt the full-force power of Master’s rod. “Wow, oh Wow!” Ben exclaimed. “Oh, wow, it is so big. I understand, now. Oh god, Master, my Master. I understand. I have never felt this before. I can feel my big black Master, inside me. I am one with Master, oh god, Master is inside me.” Jason smiled. He could remember his own moment of conquer, the moment Master took him. “Obey that feeling, little brother. Worship Master with your entire body and mind. Feel his power take you.”
“I can, I can feel Master’s strength and power inside me,” Ben cried out joyously. “Thank you, thank you, Master, I worship you.”
“And I honor you, slave, I honor you with my man-seed. Work your ass, slave. Draw out Master’s cum,” Coach T’s deep voice interrupted the boy’s tender devotions. “Ride Daddy’s cock, Ben.”
Ben began to raise and lower his haunches, squatting over the huge member. He rose up, feeling the cock-crown expanding his boy-chute, until it stopped on his ass-lips. Then Ben would slide back down the length of Master’s shaft, bouncing at the base of the large rod. He began to increase the pace, lusty urgency overtaking his body. Coach T groaned and then growled as the boy increased his efforts. Coach T began to rise up to meet each pass. Soon he was pumping deep, stroking into Ben’s perfect white ass.
“Jason, free your cock and stroke it. Then free Ben’s boyhood. Suck your little brother’s cock, son,” Coach T commanded. Jason slipped his jockstrap to the side and grabbed his dick. It was covered in his own slick jizz, and his hand worked his cum-load into a lather as he found a jack-off rhythm. Jason reached up and freed Ben’s cock. As he went down on his little brother, he tasted Ben’s sweet, warm spent load and the hot pre-cum that now leaked from his slave dick.
Ben was not ready for the blow job on top of his first ass-fuck. He nearly screamed and his body went into overdrive. He began to bounce violently up and down, first embedding his ass on Master’s tool, then ramming his own cock into Jason’s wet mouth. It only tool a few moments. The pressure was too much, the sensations too strong. His fervor drove Coach T’s lust. He, too, could feel a powerful orgasm begin to build. “Yeah, slave, yeah! Master is gonna fill your hot hole. Master’s cock is going to claim it’s birthright. Get ready, boy, here comes Master’s fuck-seed. Oh, yeah…” Coach T slammed his dick up into Ben. He held Ben tight with his hands. His cock began to convulse, then it erupted, sending rippling waves of cum up into the squatting boy.
Ben’s eyes widened, his muscles strained to remain still, mounted on Master’s tool. Then, his whole body shook from the strain. His ass contracted, and then his nuts clenched. Hot boy-cum ricocheted along his rigid shaft, firing up with deadly force. Jason deep-throated the swollen boy-tool. He felt the first of a series of shots pump into his mouth. He gulped and swallowed round after round of Ben’s boy-cum. Just as the power of the shots trailed off, Jason’s own rod fired, responding in turn. He tasted Ben’s cum, savoring it’s sweet essence, his own load fired up onto Coach T’s balls. As the moment passed, Jason knelt in and gently licked his own cum from Coach T’s aching nut sack.
After a few moments, the trio separated. Ben and Jason knelt obediently before Coach T. No one spoke for a while, each lost in the after-glow of charged sex.
Coach T, having fucked two slaves in turn, rose unsteadily, and walked over to his locker. He spoke, “God, boys, Master has never had two slaves at once. Master has never felt so perfect. Master could certainly get used to this, though.” Coach T reached into the locker. He pulled a golden chain from the hook inside, and then turned to face the kneeling boys. He continued, “Yes, Master likes having two obedient slaves. Too bad, though, neither of you will remember that, though.” The two boys watched their coach’s every motion, a study in black perfection. They didn’t understand how they would ever forget such a perfect moment.
Coach T held up the gold chain, extending it out toward Jason and Ben. “Boys,” he spoke, his voice deep and firm, “Do you recognize this object?” The two slaves looked up. As their eyes fell onto the golden whistle that swayed gently at the end of the chain, a peaceful calm over came them…
Jason pulled his Camaro into the parking lot of the Team’s practice facility. As he killed the ignition, he paused, lost in thought. He was not looking forward to today’s press conference. He couldn’t believe it. Imagine, he thought to himself, twenty-six and retiring from pro-football. As he climbed from his car and headed toward the team offices, though, his mood lightened. True enough, his days in pro football were done, but he was buoyed by the fact that he was also going to announce to the gathered group of reporters his new job. With that thought, Jason was completely free of anxiety. He couldn’t wait to announce his new job as special teams coach at his old alma mater. In fact, he could hardly wait to get back to South Carolina and begin his new duties, working under Coach Tyrone Wells. He couldn’t wait to work with the fresh talent at his old school, helping form the minds and bodies of the young players into a unified team.
Jason blushed with optimism, honored his old coach had offered him the position. And he was especially excited by his first assignment, getting their graduating senior star, tight end Ben Jenkins, ready for the pro-scout combines, now only two months away. Jason couldn’t quite put his finger on it; there was just something special about that Ben.
As he entered the practice facility, he chuckled to himself, “Yeah, I guess it’s just that Ben reminds me so much of myself, back when I was in school.”