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There were a few perks to coaching a successful lacrosse team. The trophies, the accolades, even the extra money from the school. But the best thing was his players. They were all young, hung, and full of cum. And submissive too. That was actually the best thing.
Scott was panting, his arms at his sides, while his coach, Coach Peter, was riding him like a dildo on the coach's desk. He was dying to reach up and touch his coach but knew it wasn't for his pleasure but Coach's. Jackson was standing above him, hands behind his back, while Coach sucked his cock. His lips were swollen from Jackson biting his lips to stop himself from moaning. Scott could moan if he wanted to but Jackson was being punished for letting the opposing team make a goal. Danny was being punished for the same thing by licking Peter's feet and sucking on his toes. It was a punishment meeting, but Scott wasn't being punished, Peter just liked riding his cock. Well most of the boys cocks, but Scott was captian so he needed to be there.
"Now, what are you going to do next time, Jackson?" Jackson didn't answer since he was told not to make noise. "You can speak now," Peter smiled at how obedient his team was.
"Get the ball away from the other team before they have a chance to score."
He looked over his shoulder at the goalie licking between his toes. "And you, Danny?"
"Catch the ball, if our opponents try to score," he said then went back to his task.
Peter looked down at Scott, who was a sweating mess. "Cum," he commended. Scott did as he was told, cumming up into his coach's hole. After a few moments, his cock was soft and slipped out of Peter's ass, some cum dripping out too. He pushed Jackson off the desk and told him to join Danny. Leaning forward, his hole opened more letting more cum leak out. "Clean up your Captain's cum from my hole," he ordered them both. Within seconds, they were eating the cum from his hole, mostly making out with each other as they cleaned Peter's hole. Peter jacked off and came hitting Scott starting from his chest and going up to his hair. "Good job, boys. Go hit the showers and get home. Even though we won, we could've done better." All the boys started to leave, Scott's soft cock swing low, while Jackson and Danny still had hard cocks leading them out of the room. "And your punishments are going to continue tonight, boys. Don't even think about cumming. Hands off until tomorrow morning."
Jackson and Danny nodded in shame.
Peter smirked watching his players leave. It was good to be the coach.
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Walking back to the locker room, their teammates were waiting for them, having already showered and dressed. Scott and Danny smiled at seeing their friends waiting for them. At one point or another, each of the boys had to go through their own punishments. They knew the embarrassment that came with that. Jackson, on the other hand, paused seeing them and scarled at them. He made his way over to his locker, about to get ready to go home and shower there.
"How bad was it?" Boyd asked.
"I had to lick his feet," Danny answered first making his own way to his locker to grab his towel.
"What about you, Jackson?" Stiles smirked. "Coach make you lick his pits again?"
He slammed his locker closed. "Fuck you, Stilinski," he growled, looking at the boy.
"Hey," Scott said trying to keep them calm. It didn't work.
"And fuck you too, McCall. Peter just rides your cock. How hard is that?"
"You wanna know how hard it is, Jackson?" Scott wasn't being nice anymore if he was going to be disrespected. "I can't fuck my girlfriend because I've been trained to just let Coach ride me. I don't even touch her even though I know I can when we have sex. Every time I cum it's to the image of Coach's face above me."
"What do you think about when you cum, Jackson?" Stiles asked. Normally, it would be a snarky comment, but he actually asking. "I usually see his ass in my face."
Jackson blushed.
"He doesn't think about Coach," Danny said, knowing exactly what his best friend pictured to get off. His wasn't any better so he didn't say anything else.
"So what are we going to do about this?" Boyd asked, getting the attention off of Jackson.
"About what?" Isaac was just glad Peter wasn't hitting him so what was happening was better than that.
"About the uniforms, Lahey." Theo snarked. "About Peter using us like his personal sex toys."
Isaac looked down, embarrassed, but his friend, Boyd, patted him on the back.
"Well," Danny said, "we can't tell a teacher since none of them believe us."
"And we can't go to the authorities," Stiles said, "since even my own dad doesn't believe me."
"So what are we going to do?"
They sat in silence waiting for an answer to fall from the sky.
"Too bad we can't do to him what he does to us," Isaac muttered.
Stiles looked at the normally quiet player and smirked. "Isaac, you're a genius!"
"I am?" He said in shock.
"He is?" Theo and Jackson said at the same time.
"Why don't we do what he does to us? Why don't we make him our sex toy?"
"What are we going to do? Fuck him stupid?"
"Exactly!"
"But won't someone notice Peter not doing his job?" Scott was sceptical.
"Not necessarily," Danny said. "Think about it, who creates the plays, who running the practices, who has held the state title for the last ten years. The players. The only thing Peter does is watch the game and punish us. But other than that, he doesn't do anything."
"So if we continue to do what we've been doing, we could have a team cum dump and no one will be the wiser?"
Stiles looked at Scott. "So what do you think, captain? Can we pull it off?"
Scott thought about it for a moment, looking at his teammates eager faces.
"So, how do we fuck someone stupid."
There was a collective cheer as they started to plan.
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A plan was made, and eventually agreed on. There was a lot of debate on who should do what and how far they should go, but the group then realized they didn't care about that, they just wanted a cum dump that would always be ready. It was agreed that at the next game, they were going to lose. And lose they did. They moved around like they'd never played lacrosse in their lives. They let easy passes go by and basically let the other team score goal after goal. By halftime Peter was a shouting annoyance for the team. They were planning on waiting till the end of the game but with what Peter was yelling at them and how no one in the stands were reacting to it, they decided to move it up. Following their coach into the locker room they listened to him rant and rave like he had anything to do with how they played. Theo was the last to enter the locker room and locked the door. Peter was to distracted to realize, getting horny just thinking about what he planned to do to the boys.
"I think you boys need to be disciplined," Peter said, starting to take off his clothes. Unbeknownst to him, that was the team's cue to start. Boyd, who was the biggest and strongest, was behind Peter and wrapped his arms around Peter's arms and neck, making it uncomfortable for Peter to move. "What are you doing?" He shouted.
"Can someone shut him up?" Theo asked.
"Gladly," Jackson said, moving forward with a crusty and yellowed jockstrap. He shoved it in Peter's mouth. Peter recognized the taste immediately.The team had jacked off into it a few times each and added something special to loosen their coach up. After a little research, Stiles had discovered a drug that would work fast but no completely numb Peter. He had to convince Scott to take it from work at the animal clinic but once they had it they only needed a little. It only took a few seconds before Peter's eyes started to glaze over. Isaac and Stiles finished undressing Peter, leaving him in his lucky jockstrap he wore every game. They moved the pouch out of the way, letting his dick and balls hang out. He was already hard which wasn't a part of the plan. "I thought you said it would make him soft, Stilinski?"
"That's what they said online," he defended. "So they were wrong, what's the big deal?"
"We want pleasure from him," Theo said," not pleasure him."
"Well he's going to need to be soft if we want to put that cage on him," Boyd reminded them.
"Well, since Stiles fucked up, he should suck him off," Jackson proposed.
"I didn't fuck up anything, Whittemore. Since it was your idea to blow him, instead of just jerking him off, it should be you."
"You know Jackson doesn't have a thing for dick," Theo smirked, "he only likes cream filled asses."
Jackson was mortified and pissed. He had told him in confidence.
"Oh, shut it, Theo," Danny said. "You jack off to Stiles's feet. Or was there another reason you asked me for pictures of his bare feet."
"Damn, Theo," Stiles laughed, "you could've just asked, you pervert."
"Guys, shut up!" Isaac shouted. The whole team looked at him in shock. "Stop being such crybabies, I'll do it." He marched over and got on his knees starting to suck their coach. Peter started to moan, sucking more of the dried cum and drugs getting him even more high. He started making a lot of noise, causing Issac to back off and jerk Peter off. When he finally came, Isaac pointed his dick to the ground so it didn't hit anyone or anything. "Just look at the mess you made," Issac said, milking the last of the cum out. Stiles stepped forward with a tiny cock cage, cramming Peter in not caring if it was too small. Closing the padlock made the moment more final, even though Peter was too out of it to notice.
"Alright, Scott," Stiles patted his friend on the shoulder, "you're up first."
Scott shucked off his clothes, leaving his jockstrap on. But before taking them off, he stopped. He had a better idea. "I have a better idea. Theo, you go first."
Theo shrugged as he took off his clothes. The rest of the boys got Peter in position, laying him stomach down on one of the benches. Some of the others grabbed belts and tied his wrists and thighs to each of the legs, holding him in place, not like he was going anywhere to begin with. Once Peter was tired down and Theo got in position to start, the others started to undress either to their socks and jockstraps or completely naked. The ones that were naked started to stroke themselves as they watched Theo spit on his cock. It was agreed that the first person to fuck Peter was going to do it with only spit as lube. It wasn't supposed to be enjoyable for Peter just for whoever was fucking him. Theo spit again, just so he could coat his cock nice and wet before pushing into Peter's hole. Peter was coming down a bit, so he felt the slight burn of his hole being stretched. He gasped, causing another blast of cum and drugs to enter his system. Theo felt the moment the drugs hit, feeling how relaxed their coach's hole got.
"You know," Theo said, loving the feeling of his cock gliding in and out of Peter's hole, "Coach never really let me fuck him before. This feels amazing."
"Yeah?" Jackson snarked. "Well some of us would like to fuck him so you wanna hurry up there?"
"You make any more comments, and I'm going to take as much time as I want."
Stiles, not really caring either way, just wanted Jackson to not bitch, went and stood on the bench Peter was strapped to. "Theo," he whispered, "if you move faster, I'll let you do whatever you want with my feet." Theo started pumping faster. "Do you want to do something right now?"
Theo nodded. "Can I lick them?"
Stiles smirked, raising his left foot. Theo grabbed, almost causing Stiles to fall, and brought it up to his mouth. The team watched in interest, like Theo was doing something none of them could believe. With one lick, Theo started moving even faster, and then he couldn't stop either thing. The faster he went the most he licked Stiles's foot, even sucking on his toes, until his hips went erratic and he pumped Peter full of his cum. Letting go of Stiles's foot, and causing the boy to actually fall back, thankfully in Scott's arms, Theo stepped back. His softening cock was covered in his cum that he just wiped of on Peter's thigh. When he was out of the way, Boyd stepped up to replace him. He spit on his cock once, and pushing in. Boyd was thicker than Theo but was about the same length. Peter started to moan a lot. They thought he was trying to call for help or weasel his way out of being the team cum dump, but in actuality he was moaning for more. Isaac removed the saliva damp jockstrap.
"Please..." Peter begged.
"Please, what?" Boyd asked, going in deeper.
"More...I want more."
"This isn't about what you want," he said with a snap of his hips causing Peter to moan. "Isaac, want to help me?"
Isaac smiled at his friend. "Sure." He got in position at Peter's face, and while he moaned stuck his cock inside his mouth. It was a little awkward since Peter wasn't expecting it and gagged, but eventually he got into a rhythm. But then Isaac changed it up, grabbing Peter's hair and slamming his face, the cock going in deeper than Peter ever thought possible. He continued to gag around the cock, drool falling from his mouth. Boyd seeing how close his friend was, caressed Isaac's face and brought him in for a kiss. Isaac went in deep as he came. He almost caused Peter to pass out before he moved back. He looked at Boyd with a dazed expression. "What was that for?"
"Knew you always wanted to do that, so I went for it." Another teammate moved to take up Peter's newly free holes. "You're nice and all, but I don't think I'll ever do that again."
Isaac smiled. "I didn't think it would happen once."
The team went on and on for hours, Danny was wise enough to let the other team know that they had forfeited the game. One lose in ten years wasn't going to kill them, especially when they were winding down. Everyone had pretty much fucked him at least once, some going in twice, except Scott, Stiles and Danny.
"Untie him," Stiles said. By that time Peter was out of it, more cum drunk than anyone had ever seen him. A few of the team undid his ties, he was still lying there even when his limbs were free. Stiles picked him up, getting him to stand even though he was having trouble with just that. Even with the cage on, Peter still managed to cum a few times it seemed from the puddle on the bench. Picking up Peter's discarded clothes, Stiles wiped the bench down. Once it was clean, he sat down and then pulled Peter so he was straddling Stiles. Being moved down, Peter moaned as Stiles's cock moved into his hole. "You like what we've been doing to you, Coach? You're going to love this. Scott, Danny, either one of you want to join?" Scott moved forward and lined himself up with his best friend. Slowly he moved in causing Peter to start screaming. Danny was ready for that and moved forward, pressing the jockstrap, with some more drugs added, to Peter's face. The muffled screams died down and when they started moving it turned more to grunts than moans. The boys struggled to find a rhythm but once they did, they kept it up for as long as they could. Scott was the first to cum quickly followed by Stiles. When they pulled out, cum dripped out of Peter's ruined hole onto the floor. Stiles pushed their former coach down to the ground. "Clean up your mess," he said forcing Peter's face into the cum puddle. The team laughed as they got dressed and headed home for the night. The only one left was Peter, licking up the cum as best as his body could function. Danny came back in to grab his phone but stopped when he saw Jackson standing close to Peter, staring at his cum filled hole.
"Go for it," He said spooking Jackson. "I know you want to, just do it."
Sinking to his knees, Jackson moved closer to Peter's hole and slowly licked up the cum still dripping out. After that first lick, he dove in eating Peter out. Peter moaned as he continued to lick up the cum on the floor. Danny pulled out his cock and started jerking off watching Jackson eat Peter out. He secretly turned on his phone's camera and recorded it just for his own viewing pleasure. When Jackson was done, he quickly jacked himself off and added to the puddle still in front of Peter. Danny didn't cum, knowing he was going to later that night watching that video again and again.
"Don't tell anyone about that," Jackson said, he was trying to be intimidating but there was a slight panic in his voice.
"I won't," he said.
Jackson knew he answered honestly. "You didn't fuck Peter, did you?" Danny shook his head. "Why's that?"
He sighed. "Because like Peter, I prefer to bottom." Jackson smirked. "What?"
"Nothing," he chuckled. "Bottom boy."
Danny glared at him. "You have cum on your face."
"Shut up," he laughed, picking up a cloth on the floor to wipe his face. It used to be Peter shirt. When he was done he tossed it aside. "So how long will people realize Peter's missing?"
"Probably never. He's really not known in town other than to lacrosse coach. And he doesn't have any family here. They aren't really close either so they probably won't realize he's gone."
"So we'll get to keep him like this?"
"I think so." They looked at Peter who was still trying to lick all the cum off the floor. "You hear that, cum dump? We're going to be using you for a long, long time."
Peter just smiled, his tongue out of his mouth, cum dripping off of it and back to the floor.