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Bro you better stop I starting to leak. Lol.

Gun Control

The PT got tired of all the dumbass behavior of the boys with the theragun. He had it under strict supervision now, so strict that he was only one who could use it. That made it a little bit embarrassing when you went to him and asked for help with a stiff leg, and much more embarrassing when you creamed yourself a little bit. He didn't seem to mind though, and, the next time you went in, he kept bringing it closer and closer to that leaking meat of yours.

"I didn't need this when I was your age." he murmured.

"What?" you stammered, since you'd just been spit between how good it felt, and not wanting it to feel THAT good.

"I would bust in my shorts all the time. Took me years to figure out I was supposed to beat off every now and then to get it out. It felt so good though."

"No... no that's not what I'm-"

"Do it."

"What?"

"Shoot. For me. Bust your load boy," he growled, moving the vibrating, thrumming ball to the base of your shaft. Your eyes when wide, too surprised to speak, and too lost in the pleasure to protest. Then he moved it up the shaft to your pulsing engorged head.

You were past the point now. You felt the feeling of climbing, the rising heat, that was coursing through your body right now. Your head was light; the hairs on your body were standing up: you were going to cum, but you were still too embarrassed not to fight it a little bit.

You grabbed his beefy shoulder, whimpering, "Wait... no... oh GOOOOD!"

'FUCK YEAH!" the PT said, matching your excitement. He turned off the power, but kept working the blasts of cum out of your with the ball. It felt good so you just laid back. You just let it all out.

When it finally stopped you felt him sliding your compression shorts off. He wiped up the sticky seed from your lead and head. He tossed your short shorts back at you. As you caught them you were afraid.

"No... I need those, man."

He just grinned back at you. "Why? Are you gonna bust again?

"Not right away"

"Good. Enjoy free-balling."

"Seriously, dude. I need those back."

He just brought them up to his face. He took a big whiff and them sucked some of the load through the fabric.

"They're mine now."

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Coach in a Tight Situation

Coach gets hurt, but he gets a visitor in recovery.

Coach Cox was dedicated to getting wins, and that meant fair calls for the team. When the refs made calls from the back of their head, Coach got headed. He had a bad habit of running onto the ice and getting into their faces. Of course, eventually this was bound to catch up with him. Yesterday, he stepped onto the ice in a rage, lost his footing, and came down hard - right in the middle of the rink.

Dylan is the team captain. He was embarrassed that after Coach was carried off the ice he rallied the team to a loss. He didn’t want to admit it, but he also wanted to check in on Coach. They had a special bond. Dylan had to go through Coach’s special “private leadership training” to become captain. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but also the hottest.

Coach Cox had a few broken bones, a sprain, and a lot of bruising. He was a real sight in the hospital bed. Legs suspended, imobile. Dylan took it in for a second. Coach roused and looked up.

“Oh hey Cap.”

“You look like shit.”

“I feel it. Don’t get older - it makes it hard to keep up.”

“You’re not old, Coach. You can hang with the best of ‘em.” Dylan grinned. Coach winked back.

“You’re right. Though my next squat set is a ways off. Doctors say I have to keep the legs elevated for another day until the swelling goes down.”

Coach was laying on the bed with both legs elevated, bent at the knee. He was a puppet on strings, if this puppet was a bottom presenting his hole. The thin hospital gown didn’t do much for modesty either. A blanket might have helped, but Coach ran hot. He was famous for breaking into a sweat on a warm autumn day. He always said that’s why he wore such short shorts in the gym, but Dylan knew it also meant he could strut around with his bubble butt on display. Dylan had heard as much during that “private leadership training.” Coach was practically whispering it in his ear while spotting his squats. Then he suggested they strip down to their jocks for the next set.

“Hey Cap, can you help Coach feel a little better?”

“Anything Coach,” Said Dylan, coming back to the present in the hospital. “Can you give Coach a little massage? I’m a little stiff and I’m not supposed to move.”

Coach was really stiff. Dylan knew what Coach needed. He’d seen that look in Coach’s eyes in the gym, in the showers, in his office. It was the look that said, “get over here boy and show me what I’ve been training you for.” Dylan had bottomed for Coach most of the time, but on occasion, Coach was down bad and needed “Stud time.” It was clear what Coach needed now.

Dylan started massaging Coach’s cheeks. Coach’s eyes rolled back as he moaned softly. Dylan was rock hard. Coach tossed him a little medical grade lube he must have bribed the nurse to give him. He pushed in. He could see Coach’s heartrate go up.

“Is someone going to come check on you?”

“I already warned them that I get a little excited from time to time. Go for it stud.”

Dylan thrust deep into his immobilized coach. He had enjoy it while he could, because he knew when Coach healed up, he’d be getting it all back and then some.

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Inspection Day

Forgetful James get an unexpected loaner jock on inspection day. Coach/player, Locker room, Exposed, Embarrassed, Public.

Coach makes everyone try on equipment in the locker room. They’d been practicing without pads for a week and told to bring their washed uniforms to practice. Of course, James forgot his. Coach was very clear: no substitutes, only wear the uniform. Since James didn’t have his, he wore nothing. He turned red, holding his hand over his junk. He felt the eyes of his team mates.

Coach made sure everyone was strapped, pulled, and laced into their uniform. He always made sure to teach his squad the proper way to “arrange the goods,” and he was happy to adjust his prized jocks. When James stepped up, Coach got an extra devilish grin.

“Missing something?”

“Yes Coach.” said James in nothing but his helmet and pads.

“You can use this loaner today.”

This wasn’t just a hand-me-down. No, this jock had a special strap that went up James’ ass crack. He feels something slick and nubby on his asshole.

“Squat boy.”

The nub entered him. James started to get hard. He covered up growing junk.

‘Arms down boy. This is your punishment. Clearly you don't mind.” said Coach. With that he tapped the head of James’ cock. It was poking out of the jock.

On his way back to his locker, a few other dudes smacked his cock. The jostling meant it was fully free of the loose jock now and was pointing the way back to his lock. James didn’t dare adjust himself, he knew only Coach could touch a uniform on Inspection Day. James tried to wiggle the nub out, but it was firmly plugging his hole.

After Coach had finished groping everyone, but before he dismissed them to the field, he approached his still throbbing, forgetful player.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

“Coach, there's something wrong with the loaner.”

“Oh this?” said Coach reaching around and driving the nub further in. James’ cock jumped. “This is just the start.”

James’ felt something shift. As the coach was pressing the plug it started to vibrate. It was pressing right up against something so sensitive inside him - it made James start to leak. The team was staring; guys were rubbing their jocks watching their friend writhe right there in the locker room.

“I can't take it, Coach.”

“Oh yes you can.”

Smack

“Oh fuck!”

James bopping cock shot out a load, right in front of everyone. James was breathing hard, he couldn’t believe what just happened. Coach squeezed James’ cock, making him lift up on his tip-toes, and scooped up the last drops of James’ load. He sampled it, and smiled.

"That's good seed boy. Rich. Jerome, say back and clean up James for me. The rest of you, hit the field. James didn’t make it to the field that day, in fact he didn’t get much cleaner with Jerome either.

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PT’s Ball Part 2

PT Josh has more in store for our injured athlete.

Over the next week I probably jacked off double what I normally would. I could blame it on not exercising, but the more I jerked it, the more my thoughts would drift back to Josh’s office. It’s like I was hot for the guy or something, but I wasn’t. I didn’t need him or his crazy ball technique. Coach, however, didn’t agree. He was pissed that I wasn’t improving fast enough so he sent me straight to the PT instead of practice.

“I hear you haven’t been improving. Have you been stretching?” asked Josh as I hobbled into the room. I looked down, and shook my head.

“It’s important to focus on recovery, otherwise it’s going to take a lot longer. Here, hop up,” he said, grabbing a ball from a nearby drawer. I reluctantly sat on the table.

“Now show me what you’ve been doing at home.” I sat there. I wasn’t doing anything at home, aside from jerkin’ it. I looked at the floor.

“Look if this is about what happened last time -”

“NO! No! No.” I said denying it, maybe a little forcefully.

Josh looked at me, trying to find my eyes. He was looking for something, and then - he pulled down his shorts.

“Woah!”

“Hey, I know last time you got a little embarrassed, so this time I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone in this.” I was staring at the PT wearing nothing but a jock strap from the waist down. I mean I wasn't staring. I looked at first but then I looked away. He pulled off his shirt too. He fixed his hat so his hair was peaking out of it like always, then looked back at me. “See nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I sighed. I could feel my dick already getting fuller. I rolled the ball around underneath me. The familiar feeling of breaking down the muscles was there, and the relief. I passed the ball from one side to the other. Like last time I ended up sitting on the ball as it nudged my hole.

“And stop there.” Said Josh. The look in his eyes had changed. It was like he was daring me to enjoy it. “Yeah really let that stretch the muscles there.”

“Here?”

“Yeah. Don't you feel that stretch?”

“Uhhh not really.” I was trying to hide the fact that my dick was tenting. I don't know if my downplaying worked, but it was all I could do.

“Then we might try another position.” Josh gently put his hands on my shoulders, pushing my back down to the table. Then he grabbed an ankle in each hand and raised my legs above me. He drove them back just like how they were in the tackle that started this whole thing, only not so far.

He rested one leg on his shoulder and grabbed the ball from the table, squeezing it against my right butt cheek with his hip. I'd kept myself pretty cool up to this point but now I was back to being a moaning grunting mess. All the while I looked up at Josh, with that same fucking smirk.

“See, we really need to massage and stretch out the muscles in all sorts of positions or they'll just stay tight.” His jock pouch occasionally brushed against my exposed hole as he dragged the ball around. I worried about moaning too much but Josh didn’t seem to mind. I'm pretty sure my eyes were rolling as my dick kept twitching. It felt so good, the only relief I've gotten for my banged up ass. But also, it was so electric to feel him so close to me, I don't know why, but he was doing something to me that I didn't want to stop. From the look of it, he wasn’t trying to stop anything either.

As he moved the ball from side to side it slipped up and out. The force Josh was using carried his hips straight into me. Now his dick was pressed against me. Even through the jock, I could feel it twitch.

“Oops! Well maybe we're done with the ball. Feeling good?” He asked, still pressing his member to my hole.

“Yea” I said breathlessly.

“Great. One last thing.” Josh came around the table, still holding my leg up over my chest. Then he pulled up and over so my back was perpendicular to the table, my ass was pointed to the ceiling, and my legs were hanging there. I held it for a second, then started to wobble.

Josh, seeing me lose my balance, stepped in and wrapped his arms around my back to keep my upright. With him stepping in and my head on the table, his jock was pressed up against my face now.

“Gotcha!”

“Umm, hey man, your jock is right in my face.”

“Oh sorry about that.”

Josh, steadying me with one hand, pulled his jock to the side, letting his growing dick and balls flop out right onto my face. I couldn't believe it. All the sudden I was getting up close and personal with another man’s dick… and I was rock hard.

“Better?”

“...uhhh” I said. And Josh, sly guy that he is, just slipped his dick into my mouth. “Fuck it,” I thought. Might as well. I started sucking. I kinda knew what I expected taste wise from smelling so much musk in the locker room, but Josh clearly tended to himself better than most. It was almost sweet on my tongue, and his dick felt silky on my tongue. It was growing in my mouth, and i kept opening wider and wider. For whatever reason I had become dick hungry.

My horniness might had been because soon as Josh slipped his dick in, he started going to town on my ass. He ate my hole like his job depended on it. This was love of the game action. It felt incredible.

He pulled my jock to the side and started jerking me off. I was sucking, getting rimmed, and getting jerked off all at once. I thought I might explode, and then I did. Ropes of cum shot right onto my face, Josh pulled out, just as one spurt painted my lips. It was salty, kinda good, and made even better when I felt Josh lick it off me.

He put my legs down, pulled my head off the table and throat fucked me until he came. I was so blissed out I barely kissed him back as he licked his own load off my face. He cupped my head in his hands.

“You ever want more, you tell Coach you need ball time with Josh.”

“Cool… Hey Josh… I want ball time.”

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PT’s Balls pt. 1

The PT, Josh, helps out after an injury, but things feel too good. Jock, Trainer, caught, embarrassed, accidental boner.

Sports injuries are common, but getting dragged along the field so bad it strains your ass is another thing. Usually it looks worse than it feels but in this case, I felt pretty bad. The tackle knocked me on my back, but when the other guys had driven the QB into my legs, so hard my knees were on the grass behind my ears and then pushed me a few yards, that's when things took a turn.

I couldn't tell if I'd pulled something, or torn something, or if my mussels were just bruised to hell. In any case, there was a lot of PT ahead of me. We had done some stretches last week but nothing was helping. So Josh, my PT, suggested I “switch it up” and placed a smooth white ball on the table.

“I can't do lacrosse, man. I respect myself.”

“It's not that, it's a technique,” said Josh patiently but with a smile. He’s a nice guy but he can talk shit with the best when he wants to. His hair was just poking out of the back of his ballcap. He would’ve been douchey if he wasn’t so nice.

“Stretching won't be enough here, we have to break apart the lactic acid that's built up in the muscle. Just roll the ball all over the sore area daily, and you'll see improvement.”

“Like this?” I said, picking up the ball and dragging it on the underside of my shorts.

Josh chuckled. “No, put the ball on the table and sit on it. You'll want your body weight to do most of the work. Then roll it around under you. You can use your arms to steady yourself.”

I didn't really think he was serious, but then he patted the table twice, expectantly. “Fuck it,” I thought, “worth a shot.” I really only gave it one shot before it all fell apart. The ball slipped out from under me immediately and Josh had to go fetch it off the floor.

“Sorry.” I said, actually embarrassed about how clumsy I’d been since the tackle. It’s crazy how important your ass is to balance, and trying to hold myself up with just my arms was a real challenge.

“You know, those workout shorts look cool but they're not helping here. You’ll get better grip on skin.”

Look, I've been pretty casual about locker room nudity and whatnot. This, though, it was a little weird. I mean it was just us. I was only wearing a jock underneath my shorts. I hesitated.

“It's okay. Nothing I haven't seen before.” Josh assured me.

I step out of the shorts, a little difficult with the muscles in my ass being a damn mess, but this should help. Josh places the ball on the table but then holds it there.

“Just to get started,” he said, looking up at me.

I straddle the hand, my white jock brushing his arm. I could feel his hand on my asscheek as I sat down on the ball. This time it doesn't fly out from under me. No it feels like I'm cracking a glowstick and all the sudden soreness I didn't realize I had in my ass is getting pummeled. I make a sound. I don't want to call it a moan. It just came out - kinda moany.

“There you go.” Said Josh, with that same smirky smile. He pulled his hand out from under me and brushed my jock with his palm. I would've said something if I wasn't so focused on getting the relief I needed.

“Now roll it around under you.”

More sounds. I was really feeling it, a mix of pain, and soreness, but also relief. Something this ball was doing was really working. It felt good. Really good. Fuck. I was chubbing up.

“You okay?”

“Yup” I basically grunt, trying to think of anything that’ll kill my boner.

“Here.” Josh grabs me under my arms to steady me. I feel my dick jump.

“No, I got it.” I say reflexively

“Okay.” And Josh stepped back.

Fuck! Now he can see even clearer. My dick is pointed up to the sky, stretching the pouch of the jock strap. It's beyond a roll of quarters. It's a roadside sign. Fuck, why does this give me a boner right now. I hold still. Maybe it'll just go down.

“Make sure to get the other side too.”

I pick myself up and roll around on the other cheek. I'm not looking at Josh, but I know he can see it. What does he think of me? My dick is straining. I'm sure I'm bright red but at least this is helping with the soreness.

“Now try to roll the ball side to side and back and forth.”

“Hu-what?!”

“Just really move it around.”

At this point I couldn't get any more embarrassed so I made a big fucking joke out of it.

“Like this?!” I say jerking my hips back and forth. My dick is flopping around in the jock… and then it's just flopping around. Wait. Fuck. I look down. Yup. My hard dick has shaken free cause of my dumb joke and is bopping around. I stop and it’s pointing at Josh, who’s trying to look like everything is normal.

I come down to the table off my arms. As I do the ball seems to roll right to my butthole. I'm sitting on this ball like a chicken hatching an egg but it's like… poking my hole. I feel it pushing into my ass as I put my body weight down onto it. Then my dick jumps and pumps a clear slick bead of pre-cum onto the table.

Fuck.

I see Josh focus on it. I quickly try to cover it up and stand so I can grab my shorts. Fuck it's painful to bend. Josh beats me to it and hands me my shorts. I thank him and try to get them on. The extra layer of fabric does nothing to disguise the fact that I'm rock hard.

Josh looks at me and says with a smirk, “I should head to the field before practice. What don't you wait until you feel… ready to join us.”

I'm hot all over my body. He’s seen me. He knows exactly what happened. I don't even know why. Fuck. He turns to leave but then he spots my precut still on the table. He looks back at me before he swipes his finger across it and leaves the room.

I'm shocked. Fuck. Did he? Did he just take my precum? My dick jumps again, pumping another bead of pre that soaks through to the outside of my shorts.

This fucking day.

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“No need to be worried about your check-up, boy. Your Dr is a close friend of Coach’s. He’ll know everything about your training - and more.”

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Daddy Dr.

Step-dad doc surprises his boy with an at home exam.

My mom’s second husband insists on me calling him Dad. It's kinda weird, but I gave in. He's a doctor and he wears his scrubs at home long after he gets back from the office. Again, the whole thing is a little weird, but it got worse over the summer

I was home, and I thought I was alone, so I didn't bother putting on a shirt. Then I saw “Dad” in the kitchen. I could feel him looking at me so I wanted to make things quick. I grabbed some snacks out of the cabinet and while I was reaching up I felt him run a finger down my spine. I got a full body shiver and turned around.

"I didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted to check your back. Scoliosis."

"Umm. Okay?" I said as grabbed my snacks

"Hey - Don't give me attitude."

"Whatever, You're not my doctor!" I spat back.

"And who is?"

I was stumped. I couldn't remember. It'd been a while and I was bad with names as it is -

"That's it. You need a physical."

Dad grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to his bedroom. I tried to protest but he was taller, bigger, and more determined than I was. He was a stocky dude, the parts of his body I’d seen were pretty hairy too. A real macho type. He could be gruff and a little blunt, but this was the first time he'd completely manhandled me.

After dragging me into the bedroom he pulled my shorts down so I was just standing there in my tight white briefs. I tried to cover up but he'd turned around to grab the stethoscope from his dresser.

“What's going on?”

"I'm giving you a proper physical since you clearly haven't had one in years."

This was so ridiculous, but he'd already started to listen to my breathing. My heart rate was elevated by the surprise. He was grabbing me all around - feeling my neck, my legs, around my arms and chest.

"Is this really medically needed?"

"Who's the doctor here?"

I rolled me eyes. What a prick.

"Who's the doctor here?!" he grabbed my face and made me look into his eyes.

"You are." I said through puckered lips.

"That's right. So I'll tell you what you need medically. Now bend over, I'm going to check your back."

With that be put one hand on my back and bent me over, and put the other hand on my chest. The weirdness had worn off at this point. Actually, the touching had started to feel kinda good? I’m never had a real massage before, and it was nice to have someone rub me - hold me - like embarrassingly good. I popped a boner as my “dad” and acting-doctor rubbed the ridges of my spine all the way down the top of my ass. He lingered on the waistband of my briefs for a minute.

"These have got to go."

"Wait!"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Swiftly, he pulled down my briefs. My harening dick flopped out. I felt it grow even harder now. Fuck, this was embarrassing.

“Now stand up straight”

I was silent. Hoping that I could think of something that would make my dick deflate.

“Boy if you don't stand up…”

SMACK.

His hand landed on my exposed ass. The Sting caused me to recoil, and stand. A bead of pre-cum oozed out of my dick. I saw myself in the mirror, I was bright red. I also saw Dad looking at me. He met my gaze in the mirror.

“That’s okay. It’s only natural.”

As he said that he dropped his scrub pants and showed his bulging thong.

After a thorough throat, dick, and ass exam, I think I’ll always remember who my doctor is. Or at least my new favorite doctor is.

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Bold Move

Travis finally pushes past the bits to see if his buddy wants his bits.

(Caught, Friend, Bros)

Fuck! He was doing it. Legs splayed on the lawn chair, hard cock pulsing in his hand. Travis knew his buddy Omar would be coming over. He knew he would be caught dick out and stroking, but today he didn't intend to cover up as he'd done before.

Omar and Trav had been friends for years-practically grown up together. They had early curiosities, but nothing major. Nothing that scratched an inch Trav felt, to be naked, stroking, and yet totally normal with his bud.

He heard a car pull into the driveway. He had to pace himself. He wanted to give Omar a chance to really look. He'd seen glances in the locker room. They'd done their "pranks" where the punchline is getting flashed, or pantsing. They always laughed... and lingered...

"Trav?" he heard, muffled by the closed sliding door. Omar was calling out, probably bracing for a prank. He hadn't been spotted yet, but he couldn't turn back. He'd walked out here in the buff, his clothes back in his room. He was out here and waiting.

The house went quiet. Travis imagined that Omar had seen him through the glass sliding door. He couldn't turn around, as much as he wanted to check. He had to be caught in the act. He started playing porn on this phone. Not that he needed it, the situation made him as bricked up as he'd ever been.

He'd muted the video, so his headphones did not obstruct the deliberate opening of the sliding door. He was being hunted. He felt a rush rising in him, but he had to hold off. He didn't want to spoil it. He moaned. He heard the a stifled laugh. Fuck yes. Should he turn around? Or should he wait to see how far his friends curiosity would go? He closed his eyes. What was he going to do-

"What cha doing bud?"

Travis' eyes shot open. He felt the urge to release his grip and cover his throbbing member, but he knew how he wanted this go. He kept his hand pumping his hard cock. He took out his headphones and blinked up at Omar, in a cap, tank, and basketball shorts. Omar tugged his dick, or did he just unconsciously adjust it? Fuck this was hot.

"I'm jerking it." Travis said, like a hostage negotiator, knowing he couldn't betray the intentionality of his game.

"Yo-o-u are!" said Omar, chuckling. Another dick touch.

"Join me. It's liberating." said Travis looking up at the grey sky, as if that had been his goal.

It was happening. Fuck! He kept pumping his cock. He was starting to pre-cum like crazy now. Did Omar notice? He looked up at his friend, who was slowly folding his dick through his shorts. He didn't wear underwear-he never wore underwear! He had to want this too.

"I've seen it man. Don't be shy." coaxed Travis.

"Not hard."

"Don't leave me hanging."

"I'm not!"

There he was. The guy who'd never back down from something, no matter what. Omar slide his shorts down to his knees. His growing uncut throbber bobbed for a moment, before he caught it and began stroking it.

Travis was mentally saving every moment he could to his mental spank bank. There they were. Buds tugging on their dicks.

"Nice cock bro-AH!" He wanted to last. He wanted to see how far he could stretch it, but it was all too hot for him. Fuck. He was cumming. He moaned and shock as ropes of cum arch directly toward his face-his open mouth-now glazed with cum.

"holy shit!" muttered Omar, as he stared at his friend in the throws of orgasm. All Travis could do was breath heavy. He licked his lips absently.

"How's it taste?"

Travis looked up at his bud, now the one who was jerking without stopping his rhythm.

"Not bad."

They stared at each other. Travis' cock still pulsing with the last of his load.

"want mine?"

"...yeah."

Omar closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and brought his dick close enough to Travis to smell. It was sweet, musky, and salty. Fuck he wanted it. Travis leaned forward and closed his lips around his buddy's cock.

"OH fuck!"

Streams of cum shot to the back of Travis' throat. It made him gag a bit, but his didn't quit. He lapped up the mix of his buddy's and his nut. His own dick hadn't lots of bit of it's steam. Fuck this was so hot.

Omar took some heavy breaths, still inside his bud.

"You wanted me to find you out here, didn't you?"

"yeah" said travis as well as he could with a dick in his mouth.

"Bold move." said Omar, looking down at his bud. He patted his check, bulging out with his dick. This was going to be a lot of fun.

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Coach knows his history. He had the squad caged up like the Hanky Code. Light blue for his oral string, dark blue for the anal string, and orange for his extra special boys.

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Don’t ever drop the soap!! 😅

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Coach’s Cameras

Locker room cameras makes some players show off for coach.

"No, no the shower cameras are fake." Explained Coach Huntly. He was on the phone with the athletic director. There had always been horseplay in the showers after practice, but after a slip and fall led to injury, Coach had to take some action.

"It'll put a little fear in them." Said Coach. Of course, Coach installed real cameras. He'd always had a leering eye for his boys. The few glances here and there had excited him. Calling team captains into his office as they come out of the shower, dripping and nearly naked, was a thrill. Now he'd have a full view.

The next practice there was a mix of fear and confusion on the players faces. These all-Americans boys weren't used to feeling consequences for their actions, but Coach was firm about it.

As Coach loaded up his laptop in his office he heard his players' grumbling though the microphone.

"It's gotta be illegal bro."

"No way it's actually real dude."

"Where even is it?"

While some jocks hunched shyly, most seemed indifferent. One boy, a rookie player named Mitch, was clearly on a mission to find the camera. When his eyes locked on the lens, it felt like he was staring right into Coach's eyes. Huntly's dick jumped in his short shorts, and Mitch's dick did too. The exhibitionist had found an audience.

Mitch helicoptered his dick, tugging on it until it was erect for all to see. The other guys laughed.

"Nothing's stopping Mitch, I guess."

"Yo Mitch, you giving Coach the same show we always get?"

Coach Huntly slid his shorts down, massaging his hard dick through his jock. It was clear that Mitch's displays were a regular thing.

"You like that Coach?" Mitch said, smirking at the camera. "Hey Luke, let's show Coach what we do in the shower when we win."

Luke was a bigger guy, a gentle giant, who's round ass had been facing the camera the whole time. Mitch gave it a slap, and Luke jumped. He turned, showing Coach that Luke was just as turned on as Mitch.

"C'mon Mitch, not on camera!"

"There's no way that's real dude. And even if it's real, might as well show Coach what you'd do to be team captain next year." Mitch teased, and he slapped Luke's thick swollen cock. Luke doubled over and groaned. Mitch took the opportunity to shove his cock in Luke's mouth and start face fucking him.

There were cheers, groans, and a few eye rolls from the team. Some players left and toweled off, some got closer to the action, stroking at the view, while others hung back and just watched.

The team captain, a trim ginger named Joe came up behind Luke. He buried his face in Luke's cheeks. Luke's body shook. The three of them moaned in cycles. Joe looked right to the camera and said

"Coach I hope you're taking notes, cause I want you to eat my ass like this."

The shower had devolved into an amateur peep show. The team, either in defiance or bravado, took turns showing off for Coach, though Mitch, Luke, and Joe were clearly the most eager about the situation. Soon a few of the lurk and jerk jocks started to bust. A few eager boys took loads while others tried to shoot to the wall for distance.

Mitch, Luke, and Joe had started a three way kiss in the center of the open shower. Mitch and Joe were jerking Luke and rubbing his taint, until he bucked shooting his load into Joe's hand. Joe swiftly smeared the load on Luke's face and the three of them continued kissing, snowballing to the cheers of the few left in the shower. Joe and Mitch both jerked themselves off and added their loads to the sticky kiss.

Coach wanted to wait to the bitter end but seeing this, he busted into his jock. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. His dick didn't droop one bit as he stayed glued to the screen. A bit of ass slapping and teasing persisted as the boys toweled off.

Mitch called out as he left "see you later Coach, ya pervert!" Luke and Joe tried to sush him.

There was a few moments of total silence in the locker room and Coach's adjoining office. Then Coach scrubbed the video back to the start and watched the shower again and again And again.

—-

Coach found it challenging to look at his players in the same way the next day. He needed to be cool about this if he wanted another show. Sure enough when the boys took to the shower there was more posturing and jerking, though it seemed the novel thrill of being on camera had worn off for a few of them.

Mitch, Luke, and Joe still led the pack, but most days it was a simple jerk and swallow in the shower.

By the following week the rhythm had become predictable to Coach Huntly. The approach, the laughter, the joshing before the sexual drive in the boys took over was routine, all while Coach watched on his screen in the next room, rubbing himself through his jock.

It came as a surprise when Coach heard someone in his office.

"Damn Coach, you really are a perv!"

Coach whipped around to see Mitch, and Joe standing in towels, still dripping from the shower. He did a double take to his computer and to his confusion saw Mitch and Joe in the shower too.

"Whaaa?" was all Coach could get out before Joe interrupted.

"These WiFi camera are so easy to patch into. You'd think he'd have recognized he's watching Tuesday again huh?" Said Joe smirking and tenting his towel.

"Clearly he's just happy for the view. I mean look at him."

Coach tried to cover up his even more erect pouch. His head was spinning. He needed to get control of this.

"Get out of here boys, this isn't what it looks like."

As Coach reached down to pull his pants up, Mitch grabbed the laptop off the desk.

"Hey!"

But Mitch was already darting off into the locker room. Coach shuffled after him pants halfway up his legs. As Mitch arrived in the locker room he shouted into the shower.

"Well boys we were right, Coach is very happy to watch the game day footage."

"Boys this isn't what it looks like."

"Isn't it?" Said Joe as he grabbed Coach's pants and jock and yanked them down. Coach's hard, thick eight inch cock bounced for all to see. Luke, who was heading out of the shower just stood there slack jawed.

"None of this leaves this room or you'll be off the team forever. Do you hear me?" Coach bellowed, but his grip on the team was slipping.

Mitch just smiled and said, "None of these videos can leave this room or you'll be out of a job forever, Coach."

Joe punctuated this blackmail with a hard spank on Coach's ass. Huntly knew now he was at the mercy of the lusty boys he'd been leering at.

"What do you say we make coach the star of his next video boys?"

With a cheer coming from the large group shower, Mitch and Joe stripped Coach down and dragged him into the wet room. Careful to position him in the center the team went to work. Luke on his knees slobbered on Coach's hog, which Joe bent him over and ate his ass. Coach moaned but only before Mitch grabbed his face and pull him close.

"I want to see those eyes as you suck my dick."

Coach, like a puppy dog, looked up at the grinned Mitch as he leaned forward and started to blow him.

The four of them, bucking and moaning got the rest of the team to a state of horny agitation. Someone asked,

"Hey Joe, you think Coach can take some punishment back there."

Joe spat on his finger and thrust it into his Coach. Huntly had taken poundings before, but never found himself ass up for a team of young studs like this. He shivered and Joe grazed his prostate.

"Oh yeah, he can take it." Joe stood up and using the body wash from the dispenser, pinned up his dick. Coach's eyes went wide as he felt Joe push in. Mitch just stared down and kept his gaze.

"That's right Coach, you're ours now."

The next hour was a blur to ol' Huntly. He couldn't remember who was in his hole when, but he took a lot of his team. By the end a chant rose up.

"Cum on coach! Cum on Coach!"

They laid him flat on the shower floor and stood over him. Coach just looked up and saw a circle of hard jocks jerking over him.

Pretty soon one boy busted, then another. They helped each other until they'd all pumped one load out. Mitch, made a point to cum all over Coach’s face, then pushed his load into coach's mouth.

The coach burst on himself to the cheers of the rest of the players.

"You get all that Joe?" Mitch called out.

"Yup, saved to the cloud."

Mitch patted Coach's red face. "I think I know what practice is going to look like now, if you don't want everyone to know what kind of pervert you are."

Coach could only sigh. He knew he was caught in a bind, but if this is the cost of being caught, he only wished it'd happened sooner.

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Jock Help Chapter 4

Dennis discovers what is waiting for him in the basement.

The basement was a cold slab of concrete with a few overhead lights, dim and spare. Dennis could see, in the center of the room, a bed with some ropes tied to the frame. His Dad, Joe, was darting in and out of the light, his hard dick slapping his body as he moved around. He was tying ropes to the bed frame. He looked up as Clark led Dennis down.

“Well Joe, you’ve done a bang up job. The best boy we’ve auctioned.”

“Auctioned?” asked Dennis. He was more focused about keeping Clark’s load in than anything. This talk of auction was new. Had his Dad planned to be here today? Joe could see his boy’s face contort with confusion.

“Don’t worry about that Den.” Joe said. “Look, I found the key.”

The Key! Finally Dennis could get some proper release.

“But I have to tell you about rule #3.”

“What’s rule #3 dad?” Dennis’ stomach sank.

“Locked boys don’t earn their keys, their Doms do.”

Fuck! Dennis was shattered, so close to the key he’d been in need of all week, and now it was, again, out of his control.

“Stop explaining, he’ll figure it out.” barked Clark, as he stepped over with a gag.

Joe dropped his eyes and nodded. Clark stuck the gag in Denni’s mouth, still open with surprise. Joe and Clark tied Dennis down to the bed, arms on the headbeam and legs were bent to either side of the bed and sectured. His cage was on display, as was his ass. They heard a knock on the storm cellar door to the basement.

“Come on in boys” called Clark.

A line of naked men stepped down into the basement, talking, grumbling, stroking their growing dicks. Dennis could pick out a few common phrases.“Auction, locked sub, earn the key, don’t cum too quick.” He was distracted by his dad hanging the key to a string above his head. Clark spoke above them all.

“Alright, we’ve got another Auction today. If you earn the key you get to keep the boy, Joe’s had him locked up for a week and I’ve warmed him up already. So whoever can’t hold their nut, you’re next.”

A man that Dennis didn’t recognize came up to him. He positioned himself in between Dennis’ legs. Dennis moaned through his gag as the man entered him. The man fucked him, and flicked his cage a little before moaning deeply. His pace quickened, then sputtered, as he came inside Dennis.

One by one the men came up and fucked Dennis. The few that were familiar to Dennis, men he’d seen around town, gave him a little smile. Dennis couldn’t believe he was seeing them like this, or that they were seeing him like this - strapped down and whimpering. All the while his dad was watching and stroking. He would occasionally drop his precum on the dick fucking his son. As one very large dick stretched dennis’ hole, tears began to stream down his face. It felt amazing, so much pressure and sensation in his hole, but it was a lot for a new bottom. Clark stepped over, licked the tears off Dennis’ face and spat them back into Dennis’ mouth.

“Now you’re feeling it boy.”

Dennis was being thrust into waves of ecstasy and pleasure that he could only moan even if he didn’t have a gag in his mouth. He felt wide open and full of loads.

Finally Joe came over to mount his boy. First, he licked the precum that was leaking out of his boy’s cage. Then he locked eyes with his son.

“I knew you’d take well to being caged, boy.”

Joe pushed his fingers into his boy’s sloppy hole.

“I knew you’d find your ass to be more pleasure than your dick ever was.”

Dennis just stared up at his dad, hole stretched and moaning. He was straining even hard now that his dad was talking to him like this. What he first thought was an accident really wasn't.

“See, if someone unlocks you now, you’ll never see how far you could have gone. How much pleasure you could really feel.”

Dennis was starting to feel something build-up. Something familiar…

“If I earn that key, I won’t let you out.”

Dennis felt his abs flutter. He bucked his hips as his dad drove his fingers into his prostate.

“And you’ll thank me everyday for keeping you that way, cause you love it. You didn’t know how much you’d love, but you do now.”

Fuck his Dad was right. This was the craziest and most intense feeling he’d ever had, and he didn’t want it to stop. He was so horny at this moment he might bust. He might.

‘Aarrrgh- whaa! Ohhh”

Dennis’ caged little dick twitched and then shot a load all over his chest. He couldn’t believe it. He came caged.

Joe smiled. He grabbed the key dangling over Joe’s head. He put it on as a necklace.

“And now that you’ve cum in your cage, there’s no reason to unlock you. You’ll always be my boy now. I’ve earned your key.”

Dennis could only feel the twitching of his locked up dick and nod. He was so happy, so horny and now, so owned.

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T Levels Part 3

Finn accidentally lets Coach in on his method for improving his levels.

Finn was distracted. Between the intense sexual experiences he had with Doctor Jones and the increased training Coach Henry was putting him through, the boy was wiped. Still every night he would edge himself, trying to prolong his nut, until inevitably he would remember the feeling of the doctor’s hand on his hole and bust. Then he would collect as much as he could and finger himself with it. It felt so dirty, so deranged, but so hot. He thought of the Doctor calling him a good boy at the end and got hard again. It didn’t matter that he’d never considered himself interested in this kind of thing before. He was clearly driven wild by it, and he was going to keep doing it.

He would find his mind drifting back to these thoughts at odd hours. This time it was in the showers after most of the team had left. There was a dance or something that night so most of the guys peeled out quickly, but Finn wasn’t going and didn’t care. He allowed himself to feel his ass in as he rubbed in the body wash. He could hear the echo of his shower on the tile walls. He was alone, but he still imagined he was on display, showing all the guys on the team where they could put their loads. He worked his finger around his hole, before slowly working this tip of middle finger in.

“Ehh-Hmm!” Finn heard the Coach’s voice echo in the shower. Shit!

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Uhhh- nothing coach just cleaning up.” said Finn over his shoulder to the coach. He was hard, really hard.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Uhh.”

“Or it’ll be laps.”

Finn turned, his dick bobbing, pointed right at his Coach. He hung his head but knew he still had to look his coach in the face. He could feel the red hot blush on his face, as his dick betrayed him.

“Jesus Finn.”

“Sorry!”

“No wonder your T-levels are busted, you can’t keep yourself from jerking even in the locker room.”

“No-no! I’m just edging.” Finn heard himself say, he couldn’t believe he was talking about it to his Coach, but the situation was unraveling so fast.

“Edging?”

“Yeah Doctor Jones showed me, in that follow up.” “Jones?” said Coach with a rye familiarity. “What else did he show you?”

Finn felt his dick jump, and his heart race. “Uhh nothing, Coach” “Oh come on, I know all about Jones-ies methods. Show me what he taught you.”

Fuck. He was really going to have to show his coach what he’d been doing.

“Uhh, we’d been talking about not ummmm cumming.”

‘And then?” asked Coach, adjusting himself in his short shorts.

“If I do cum, I should… uhhhh put the load back.”

“Show me where, boy.”

Finn turned around to finger himself again, only this time he felt the red hot eyes of his coach on his backside. He couldn’t believe himself, but there was no denying the electric feeling this gave him. He worked his finger into his hole and then gasped as he felt Coach put his own finger in.

“Oh fuck”

“Yeah you’re going to need all the help you can get with your levels. I’ll be giving you my loads until you improve.”

Finn could barely process what he’d heard before he felt Coach push hard on his prostate. Finn had found it before, but never with such force. His dick began to leak pre-cum.

“That’s right boy, let your coach milk you.”

The whole situation was insane, Finn had to bring himself over the edge. He started jerking and felt coach hold out his palm to collect. Between being double fingered and just found out in the shower, he was already close, it didn’t take long until he busted ropes into Coach’s hand.

“Good boy” barked Coach in his gruff but approving tone. FInn just took some deep breaths. He had almost collected himself when he felt a slicked up turgid member on his back. Coach was rubbing his dick around his hole, using his load as lube. Finn couldn’t help but moan, why he found it so hot he couldn't say, but he just wanted to feel this feeling everytime he jerked off.

Coach grabbed Finns shoulder, bending him over and then arching his back. Finn was ass out and panting. Coach slid himself in and Finn let out a low moan.

“That’s it boy. Let me show you how it really feels to play with your hole.”

Coach started slow, working in and out of the jock with his head and then his shaft. Soon he was burying his dick all the way to the pubes, all while Finn shook and moaned in pleasure. Then he started really plowing him. Sharp but deep thrusts from the coach into his jock forced out rhythmic moans, the smacks of skin echoing in the empty shower room.

The bliss continued for a few minutes. Then Finn felt Coach’s dick swelling inside him, he kew what was coming next. Coach picked up his speed and gripped Finn’s hips pulling him in harder than before.

Coach let out a deep and guttural moan as he shot a load deep in his jock’s hole.

“I think we better schedule another followup with Doctor Jones, get his input here.”

“Yes coach.” said Finn, mind already racing at what thrill that would bring.

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T-Levels Chapter 2

Finn goes back to Doctor Jones, after the test results come in.

The week following Finn’s unusual if stimulating trip to the doctor was full of temptation. In the shower, while jerking off, or just a bump in the road, he was constantly thinking about stimulating his prostate. His high fiber, high protein diet helped the inexperienced guy avoid mess, and he was never going super deep anyway.

Every time he would slip a finger in his dick would seem to get harder than it ever had. It was like there was a whole upper level to how horned up he could feel. However it only made the comedown feel sharper. The fact that he was fingering himself only made the shame of jerking off worse. He knew he wasn’t going to go blind or incur the wrath of god, but he still had some lingering adolescence baggage.

This shame and guilt was what he nearly jumped out of his skin when Coach approached him a week after his T-level test.

“What did you do with Dr. Jones?” Said the coach gruffly. Finn was coming out of the showers, where he had been surreptitiously teasing the outside of his hole. He grabbed tight on the towel wrapped around his waist.

“What? Nothing!” stammered Finn.

“Then tell me why you’re my only first string who needs a follow up visit?”

Finn’s brain clicked back into reality. You wouldn’t know it to look at him, with his big muscles, but Coach was a stickler for clean bulking. No dope, no weird new science, just fuel and work.

“I’m not doping, Coach. I swear.”

“You better not be, especially if this is all you have to show for it,” said Coach, squeezing Finn’s peck. Finn wasn’t small by any means, but of the first string, he wasn’t the biggest. He never felt insecure about it though. Athletes can’t all be towers of muscle. Finn felt his nipple go a little stiff - he hoped Coach wouldn’t notice.

“I want you to clear this up today, Finn. So get your ass over to the Doctor’s.” With that, Coach smacked Finn’s toweled ass. As his dick began to chub, Finn quickly got dressed and ran over to the clinic.

Finn waited in the room long enough for his mind to wander. His dick growing hard with the memory of the last time. He tried to hide it, but as he was adjusting, Doctor Jones walked in.

“Hey Finn, thanks for coming to see me again.”

“No problem doc. Coach was clear that I should follow up with you right away.”

“Ahh, Henry can be inflexible at times.” The doctor said, slipping into a familiar tone. Finn had not heard anyone call Coach anything but… Coach. The name Henry felt strange.

“Why did you need to see me again? I promise I’m not… doping,” said Finn losing his confidence as he spoke. There was no way that didn’t sound suspicious.

“No, I know you’re not.” A wave of relief washed over Finn. “I have your test results and your Testosterone levels are under what we expect. Nothing threatening. But Coach wants all his athletes to reach their full potential. Part of that is we want to do is keep your T levels up.”

Oh no another diet thought Finn. He’s had hard enough time keeping up with calorie minimums for Coach’s first string.

“So what’s the new plan?” Asked Finn hesitantly.

“As you might expect there’s some diet changes, but what I want to understand more is your masturbation habit.”

“Shit! He knows I’ve been touching my ass.” thought Finn. A bead of sweat started making its way down his head.

“Ahhh what do you mean?”

“How often are you masturbating?”

“The normal amount I guess.” Finn was looking at the floor, anything to feel like he wasn’t on trail here.

“Is that one a week, once a day? Twice a day?”

“Uhh once a day,” lied Finn. he’d been going at it almost three times a day this week, but normally would get two good ones in.

“That’s perfectly healthy. And what do you do with your ejaculate, er- semen?”

“Get rid of it? Ha ha I don’t know.” Finn was feeling the strange excitement of talking about masturbating made him hard.

“Let’s start there. So your T-levels can be affected by how often you are masturbating. When you ejaculate, your hormones release and get spent so to speak. Now, I’ve been a young man, I know telling you to masturbate less isn’t really going to work.”

Finn blushed. Of course this guy knew he was low balling it. He was able to look up at the doctor, feeling like they were on the same level again.

“But I want you to try and save as much of your semen as you can.”

“Save?”

“Yes. So when you masturbate, you don’t always need to cum, you can get up to the edge of your orgasm, and then back off so to speak. It’s called edging. When you do cum, you can reintroduce it.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, have you been doing any prostate stimulation that I showed you last week?”

Finn was sure his face gave him away. He’d really really had. He took a breath and answered.

“… yes.”

“Good! That’s very healthy. It’s a good way to get the pleasure of masturbating without coming as well. But what I want you to try next time you come, is to push your semen into your anus, like you’re stimulating your prostate.

Finn just looked at the doctor incredulously. He couldn’t be serious.

“I know it sounds a little weird, but your anus is full of little veins that absorb nutrients and liquid. Most hydrating actually comes from your anus. Reintroducing these hormones and nutrients to his potent spot is a way to keep your T levels up. Not to mention the semen acts as a great lube.”

Doctor Jones smiled at Finn. Finn’s head was spinning. He had really enjoyed the stimulation last time, but this seems like it was going too far. Was he going to finger his load into his ass every time he jerked it? All to keep his T-levels up? Maybe the doctor saw his hesitation.

“I think we should practice.”

Finn gulped. Like he was a cartoon character. He wanted that so bad, his dick was already hard. But he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He felt like he was going 90 down a winding road and couldn’t turn the wheel fast enough.

He nodded.

The doctor rolled up his sleeves and stepped over to Finn’s chair. He lowered it to become a bed. As he did, Finn’s thin shorts revealed his rock hard cock.

“oh good you’re already hard.” Said the doctor. Swiftly removing his shorts and jock in one pull down. Standing by Finn’s legs, the doctor pulled out two stirrups from the chair. He looked at Finn expectantly.

“Assume the position,” he said with a wink. As Finn moved his legs up he felt his ass was more exposed than before.

“Okay start how you normally start.” Said the doctor.

Finn slowly started jerking his dick. It was hard and started to leak a bit of pre already. The doctor reached over, collected it on his finger and then started massaging Finn’s hole. Finn started to arch his back with the sensation, far more noticeable now that he was in this position.

The doctor squirted some lube onto his hand and started really stimulating Finn. His head pushed back into the medical table. It was better than last time.

“You have been practicing. See the more you stimulate the prostate the more your body will tune into that pleasure.”

Finn started to grip his dick hard and pump faster. Doctor Jones caught this right away.

“Don’t come yet.” Finn slowed. He looked at the doctor a little confused.

“But should I put my load inside?”

“Yes, but remember you should also try not to come as much. See if you can get up to the edge of orgasm without cumming.”

Finn could probably have edged himself, if this handsome doctor wasn’t driving his finger into his prostate.

Finn slowed but then felt a build coming up from his ass. He gripped hard.

Dr. Jones again said “wait.” But Finn didn’t want to wait.

“I…c-can’t!”

“Finn.” Said the doctor pulling his finger out. Finn wanted to cum with something inside him, he knew it always felt better. So Finn reached down and stuck his own finger in.

“Fuck!” He shot two solid ropes of cum onto his stomach.

“I’m sorry doc.” He heaved, after a moment.

That’s okay” said the doctor, “I’m sure it’s very stimulating for you right now.” As the doctor said, he moved his hand to collect some of Finn’s load.

“It’s just something I want you to work toward.” Said the doctor, pushing Finn’s cum into his ass. Finn felt another rush. Maybe it was just he mind fuck of having his own cum back inside him, but it was electric. Finn scooped up the rest of the cum. The doctor pulled out as Finn stuck a finger inside.

Then Finn felt something else. The doctor put his finger in his ass too. Finn felt his ass stretch to accommodate it. It stung for a second, but that released into another deeper pleasure.

“Fuck doc.”

“Can’t waist it Finn. You gotta get it all in afterward.”

“Yes doc.”

“Good boy.” Cooed the doctor. The two of them slowly pushing his load into his ass, massaging his spent prostate.

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T Levels Chapter 1

Finn gets a sports physical, but the doctor has a very invasive way to getting a sperm sample.

Sports physicals always made Finn a little nervous. He was a good player, not a star, but he started most games. He was confident, but there was something about being in the doctor's office that made his heart race a little. Finn was proud to be doing his first year a D1 school, but it meant he would also have to be drug tested. The coach had warned them off any doping and Finn had complied, he was more about natural methods to maintain his athleticism anyway.

Dr. Jones walked in and smiled at Finn.

"Are you one of Coach Henry's boys?"

"Yes sir," said Finn, hearing his voice jump with nerves.

"Good man. Well this will probably be like most physicals you had. We'll start with your vitals."

Dr. Jones took Finn's pulse and blood pressure. He smirked a little.

"You got white coat syndrome."

"Wh-what?"

"Relax. It means you get a little excited- er- nervous around doctors."

"Oh, ha ha, yeah I guess so."

The two moved through the height and weight, the doctor felt Finn's joints and did a reflex test. All normal.

"Okay then. Time you drop your shorts and we'll check for a hernia."

Finn gulped and then stood up and pulled his shorts down. He looked up at the ceiling trying to picture a cold shower or empty field, anything that would deflate his growing dick. He didn't know why but he always got hard at the doctors.

As the doctor reached down and felt behind Finn's balls, he felt his dick jump. An "op" slipped out of the doctor.

"I'm sorry man."

"No it's quite alright - perfectly natural."

"Still... I'm sorry."

"I can get mine out if that makes it less awkward."

"Huh?!"

"Ha ha only kidding." Said the doctor, seemingly winking up at Finn.

"You know how to check for a hernia." Said the doctor, rolling Finn's balls between his fingers.

"Uh-huh." Moaned Finn. He was trying not to think about how good it felt. It had been a long time since anyone touched him, and longer since he'd done anything but a quick jerk session.

"One at a time, just gently massage your testicles and check for any lumps or bumps." The doctor was really taking his time with Finn. "Then you can gently check the shaft and glands for anything out of the ordinary as well." As he said this, his firm grip traveled up Finn's now fully erect member and tested his head. A bead of precum leaked out and only the floor.

Finn was practically biting his lip to keep from moaning. Thankfully the doctor stood up and went back to his desk for a moment. Finn tried to cover up with his hand, but his dick would not go down.

"Looks like you're all set, except for the drug test. I'll just need a semen sample."

Finn's ears were burning up; his face flushed. Surely he misheard.

"A what?"

"A semen sample. Most athletes these days know to stay away from steroids, but many take extra testosterone to get an edge. They think it won't show up on the panel but it does. The most reliable source for T-levels is in sperm so I'll need a sample."

As the doctor said this he picked up a small collection cup. Finn awkwardly switched hands he was hiding his still rock hard duck with, and took the cup.

Finn looked around awkwardly waiting for the doctor to leave, but he was just looking at him.

"Can I get some privacy?"

"I'm afraid not. For the integrity of the test, I have to watch you give the sample."

Finn gulped. Fuck! This is so weird, but my heart is pounding right now.

"Shouldn't be too difficult in your condition." Said the doctor with a wry smile.

Finn just looked at the doctor and started slowly pumping on his dick. Even though he was already naked, he felt so much more exposed now.

"Good." Cooed the doctor.

After a minute the doctor flattened the Geri chair into a bed. He patted it and said, "hope up here. It'll be easier to collect."

Finn stepped over and laid on the bed, dick bouncing all the time. He pumped away at his dick for a few more minutes. He felt hot, he felt close, but it wasn't coming like usual.

"Doc I don't know if this is gonna happen."

"I can't let you leave without the sample. Now that you know what we're testing."

His words hung in the air, all the while Finn pulled on his dick. He let out a strained breath, sweating with the effort.

"Listen Finn, this happens more than you might think. I can help if you'd like."

"I'm sorry doctor, I don’t want you touching my dick."

"I understand. There's something else, there are lots of nerves around your pelvic area I can stimulate. It's very routine, and often helps with ejaculation."

With that, Doctor Jones pressed into Finn's taint. He bucked, stifled a moan, but the doctor did not let up. Finn started jerking his cock with more energy now.

"How's that feel?"

"Weird!"

"Is it helping?"

"Yup!" Gasped Finn, trying hard to conceal the pressure he was feeling. It was strange a feeling, like somehow the sensation he normally felt from his dick was coming from his taint as well. But it was making him so horny.

After a minute or two, the doctor removed his hand. Finn felt a small rewind but also an emptiness. He spoke without thinking.

"Wait... um. Could you..." he trailed off. He couldn't quite bring himself to say it.

"I'm not done yet." Said the doctor squirting some lube onto his gloved hand.

"There's another technique I want to try. Just tell me if it's too much." The doctor said, looking directly at Finn.

Finn felt a slightly cool, wet finger on his asshole. This was going somewhere he didn't expect. He was about to protest when the doctor started to ring his hole.

Finn let out a moan he'd been trying to hold in. This felt crazy. Crazy good. It's like all the hairs on his were standing on end. He's never been touched like this. His right hand gripped his dick and pumped away while left trembled with the collection dish just under the head.

"Now breathe out deeply for me."

Finn let out a choppy deep breath. Then he sucked in sharply as the doctor slid his finger in.

Fuck! It was like there was a whole nother part of his pleasure he'd never experienced. He let out another deep moan as the doctor slid his finger in, all the way to the knuckle.

"Good. You're responding well."

"Uhh-huuuh." Moaned Finn.

The doctor rotated his finger and started to poke upwards inside Finn.

"You feel this?"

Finn gasped. He sure as shit did feel that.

"That's your prostate, very sensitive to stimulation."

"Fuck doc!"

Finn felt waves of pleasure. It was like his prostate was an amp, turning up the sensation he'd been feeling. He was torn, he was still embarrassed by the whole situation, and he knew the only way to end it was by cumming. But he felt so good he didn't want it to end.

"You okay?"

"You're gonna make me... cum!"

Finn was at a breaking point. The doctor wasn’t stopping his fingering, and Finn was gripping his dick with all his might. It was all too much. He felt it build up in his balls and then rise to the tip of his head and shoot.

The first rope landed on his face, catching Finn off guard. The next three the doc caught in the dish. He moaned loudly each time, grunting as they spurted out. He didn't know if anyone else could hear him but it's not like he was really in control of this. It all felt so automatic, reflexive.

He heaved breathes as he finally dropped his dick. He felt the doctor slide out and then tease the ring of his hole for a minute. Finn felt high: the orgasm was so good.

"I think this sample will do." Said the doctor, still playing with Finn's ass.

"How did you like the prostate stimulation?"

"I love it!" Said Finn a little loud and urgent. He corrected "it was good. Weird."

"Yes." Said the doctor still pressing a finger onto Finn's hole.

"I'd recommend it - helps when you have difficulty cumming."

The doctor finally removed his hand from Finn's heaving body. He picked up the sample and gently wiped the cum off Finn's face.

"I'll have your results back in a week, and schedule a follow up if needed. I'll tell Coach you're clear to perform." He said patting Finn's shaking leg.

Finn breathed a deep sigh as the doctor left the room. What the fuck was that?!

Dick or Pussy

An enlisted brute doesn’t realize the choice he’s making when the transformation comes.

Staff Sergeant Saint stood over infantry brute Vince Ferelli, tied down to the desk. They were naked and Saint’s erection throbbed in front of Ferelli’s grimacing face.

“Dick or Pussy” asked Saint.

This wasn’t a little game for Ferelli. He had a girl back home, and wasn’t someone who went for the whole “man love” thing on base. But, when a good buddy is down bad and offers, a mouth is just like any mouth. Ferelli hadn’t even cum before Saint walked in and started yelling.

What started as a dressing down from an officer became… well literal dressing down. Ferelli could see that Saint was really enjoying this. “Guess he’s jealous he wasn’t invited,” thought Ferelli.

“Dick or Pussy” asked Saint again.

Saint had been trying to get Ferelli to admit he was one of those queer marines, a guy who joins for the access to hard bodies and hard cocks. That wasn’t Ferelli.

“Pussy, sir.” said Ferelli.

Saint scoffed and walked around the desk, dick bobbing as he stepped. Ferelli was tied down belly to desk, so his head hung off one end, and his ass was up on the other. Saint had lashed Ferelli’s legs to opposite sides, so his ass hole was practically winking at Saint.

St. Saint kneeled down and put his face right in Ferelli’s musky crack. His breath sent a little shiver up Ferelli’s immobilized spine. Ferelli’s dick jumped as he felt his commanding officer put his tongue in his ass. Ferelli’s girl had poked around in his butt, he loved when his girls were wild. Now, though, he wished he wasn’t so turned into the pleasure of his ass.

Saint smiled as he grabbed Ferelli’s growing dick.

“What’s this Marine? You lying to me?”

“No sir. I like pussy, sir.”

“I’ll bet.” Saint went in and dug his tongue into Ferelli’s hole.

“Ahh-Mmm!” Ferelli stifled a moan. It’s not that he liked another man invading his hole like this. He was only human, and pleasure is pleasure no matter where it comes from.

After a few minutes, Saint stopped. He walked over to a file cabinet behind the desk. Ferelli could see his dick was starting to ooze precum. Saint pulled something out, concealed in front of his body. He walked back to Ferelli’s slicked up ass.

Ferelli’s eye went wide as he felt something cold, slick, and metal pressing up against his hole.

“I think you’re lying to me brute.” As he spoke, Saint pushed the metal plug in. Ferelli pulled on his restraints. He’d been wild with his girls before, but never had something like this inside him.

“I’m n-ahhhh” moaned Ferelli, overcome with the new full feeling in his ass to protest.

Saint smacked Ferelli’s bubble butt. He smiled as it wobbled. He was really going to enjoy this next part.

Saint moved up in front of Ferelli, dick pointed straight out at Ferelli.

“I’m going to give you a choice. Look at your superior when he addresses you!”

Ferelli, who’d been staring at the floor, and the small puddle of pre, now looked up at Saint.

“Dick or Pussy?”

Ferelli sighed, he knew the answer that Saint wanted, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Pussy, sir.”

Saint grinned wickedly. He pressed a button on the control box behind his back. If Ferelli wasn’t tied down, he would’ve shot six feet into the air. His body writhed, as the plug in his ass sent shocks up and down dick. Ferelli wasn’t someone who was scared of the way his body could feel, but this was too much. As the shocks started to travel out to his limbs, his dick started to deflate. All while Saint’s dick inched closer and closer to Ferelli’s mouth.

“Please, sir!”

“Dick or Pussy?”

“Pussy!” And another jolt rocked his body.

“Pussy what?”

“Pussy, SIR! Pussy pussy pussy pussy SIR!”

Ferelli suddenly stopped. He felt something change. His dick had been deflating as the shocks kept coming, but it was almost as if his dick wouldn’t stop at the mushroom head. In fact he felt his dick, somehow, seem to travel backwards, up into his body. His balls too, popped into his taint. It felt like the shocks weren’t just teasing his prostate, but were somehow pulling his dick and balls inside his body.

When it couldn’t get any stranger, he felt his taint hollow out. He felt like someone had carved out a piece of his body, and he could feel the insides pulling away from one another. And not just that, he felt empty. Hungry. His new hole was nagging at him, he had to fill it somehow. Ferelli was panting, sweat dripping down his face, joining Saint’s precum.

“So pussy it is.” Said saint. As he did, he reached over Ferelli’s restrained body and smacked the crack of his ass.

Ferelli didn’t just feel Saint his bubble but, or the plug inside his ass. He felt Saint touch the soft skin that used to be his ballsack, around his new pussy. The smack was more intense than anything else he’d felt that day, or in his whole life for that matter. What was worse, he felt a slick wetness, leak out of his new hole. It hit him, Ferelli had a pussy now.

His eyes were wild. How could this happen? He needed to go back. He didn’t care about anything else.

“Sir, please, change me back. I want dick. I love dick!”

Ferelli was desperate, and Saint just smiled down at him. Ferelli realized he should have given him what he wanted all along. He opened wide and with what little movement he had swallowed Saint’s dick.

“Change your tune huh?

“Mmmhmmm.”

“You sure you want Dick.”

“Mmmhmm!” Moaned Ferelli as he tried to speak around Saint’s dick. “Yeth sur, I wont dck”

Saint leaned forward again, now pressing his dick deep inside Ferelli’s throat. He reached down to Ferelli’s new dripping pussy.

“That’s good, cause I want pussy.”

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Coach’s Hot Tub

Logan puts in extra practice with Coach Carl until he realizes he's not just building muscle... there's something else changing. (coach, transformation, caught, shrinking dick, boy pussy, feminization)

It's not that Logan was skeeved out by getting naked in front of his Coach. He'd showered in the locker room for years. It was that Coach Carl never got in with him, or even touched the water.

"I don't want all that dirt in my filters, and someone has to make sure you don't pass out," said Carl gruffly. He was a tall, hairy, barrel-chested man. If there was ever a case for neanderthal DNA in humans it was Carl.

Logan has a lean frame with burgeoning definition. He'd been working hard all summer, not just for cross country, but for wrestling in the spring.

Coach made Logan sit in the hot tub to relax his muscles after their long afternoon-into-evening training sessions. Since they were at Coach's place, he must have been concerned about liability. He was not supposed to get anything below his neck wet and Coach would often drain the tub so it would only come half way up his torso when he sat. Logan suspected there was also some perversion, but Coach never seemed to leer at him. It was hard to tell, but the tub always felt good. It was on the little patio with a sliding door to the living room. It was private enough, the backyard was surrounded by trees since Coach lived near the forest trails they ran on.

After a week of training and looking at Coach’s hairy frame, Logan could swear he himself got less hairy. It was like being in the presence of a real hairy man made his own hair abandon ship.

"It can happen sometimes with the chemicals - bleaches the hair and makes it finer or fall out. Less weight come springtime ha ha," laughed Coach dryly. Logan must have been looking at his dwindling happy trail as he stood up from the tub. Coach patted him on his still dripping ass before handing him a towel.

–

The next time, Logan was soaking in the tub, Coach turned on the jets.

"Relaxes the deep tissue. Plus, it helps spread the chemicals out."

Logan was not a chemist, but he didn't really care either way. It was weird that Coach waited until Logan was in the tub to turn it on. Maybe Coach was a pervert after all.

That night after Logan went home he tried to masturbate, but he couldn't get hard. He must be tired. He'd been training most days the past two weeks. He body must want to save his energy

The next few days were the same story. Impotence. The only time he felt turned on was when he was sitting in the hot tub with the jets on. He would have been embarrassed about getting hard so close to Coach, if he wasn't so relieved by it. After a few nights of being pent up but unable to relieve himself he tried to slyly jack himself off. The jets and the lights made the water pretty opaque but he'd never done something like that before.

As he gripped his dick he was surprised. While he felt himself at full erection, his dick didn't even fill his fist. These chemicals must be messing with him. He'd never jacked off in water, maybe it just felt weird.

"Don't make a mess of my filters, boy," said Coach over his shoulder as he stepped away from the hot tub.

"Yes coach!" lied Logan. He was feeling days of horny energy crash down on him like a wave. He had to beat off now or it felt like he might never again. He felt the clenches leading up to it come quickly, more quickly than normal.

He didn't want to cum in the tub. He looked around desperately and grabbed his jock just in time. He stood up out of the water and came ropes into his jock.

No longer obscured by the water, he got a look at his hard dick. It was bouncing and dripping but couldn't have been more than three inches shaft to head. Not only that, but nearly all of his pubes and ball hair had bleached or fallen out. He was shocked by his unfamiliar body, though without the hair, he could see the muscle definition much better.

"Jesus Logan."

"Sorry Coach!" Said Logan, plunging back into the water. He threw the jockstrap far from the tub and hoped Coach hadn't seen him. His earlier ease with his own nudity now replaced with embarrassment.

"You didn't cum in the tub did you boy?"

Logan hadn't been called boy by Coach before, but then again he'd never been caught jerking off.

"No sir." Said Logan. Using formality that seemed right for the moment.

A tense moment passed. Logan didn't break eye contact with the coach who seemed to be challenging him to explain himself. Finally Logan looked down as the jets auto cycled off. He still felt horny and erect but in the rippling water his dick looked even smaller.

"I think it's time to dry off, boy." Coach held up a towel for Logan. He was holding it up just out of reach. Logan would have to stand up out of the water to grab it, and he didn't feel any less erect.

"Coach I-

"What?"

"I can't reach it"

"I'm not gonna do this all night."

Logan looked down sheepishly.

"I'm still hard"

"Well it's not like you'll poke my eye out."

Fuck. Not only had Coach seen, but he'd really seen. And despite all of this Logan still felt as erect as before. He'd just have to stand up, if Coach had seen it once it's not like twice would be worse.

He stood up and reached toward Coach. Normally he'd feel his dick bob up and down with movement like this, but it just stuck out: a meager but persistent nub. He felt Coach look him up and down as he grabbed the towel, as if Coach had heat vision, blistering his hairless skin.

Logan abandoned the cum jock and just slid on his short jogging shorts. He felt his nub rub against the smooth fabric and shivered. At least it didn't stick out that much.

That night Logan tried, unsuccessfully, to jerk off. He felt hard but got nowhere by rubbing his nub. He even tried pressing his dicklet inside but that only made the hornyness worse and didn't bring relief. Eventually he soothed himself by rubbing his nearly hairless legs together. The skin felt so smooth and his toned muscled so firm under it. Despite the weirdness of his dick, he loved the way he was looking and feeling. The horny energy he was pent up with made him train extra hard.

The next practice Logan felt himself almost dripping into his shorts leading up to the hot tub. He practically cannon-balled into it. He looked eagerly at Coach to start the jets, but Coach paused.

"You can start them now, Coach. I'm ready."

"Look, Logan. You gotta promise you're not gonna jerk it again. The tub is not a plaything."

"Please Coach, I promise."

Coach looked down and turned them on. Logan felt the pleasure rush all over him as the only stimulation that worked returned.

Logan tries to slyly rub his body under the jets. He even pushed his dick in again, but Coach caught him.

"What did I say boy?" said Coach, forcefully pining Logan's arms on the walls of the tub. Coach was standing behind him, holding his arms to the wall of the tub, his face inches from Logan’s.

"Coach, I can't help myself. I've been changing and the only time I can get off is in this hot tub."

"That's cause you're not done yet. But maybe we can speed up the process for you."

Logan was confused, what wasn't done yet? But before he had time to consider Coach's words, Coach Carl turned up the jets all the way. Logan gasped as the pleasure and tingling intensified all over his body.

"Fuck!" Yelled Logan. He was hornier than ever, like he'd been edging for days. He knew he would bust if he just touched his dick, but Coach kept his arms outside the water.

Logan felt something change, the heat of the sexual drive intensified, but he felt his dick shrink even more.

"Please Coach, I won't have any dick left soon!"

"That's the idea," growled Coach with a devilish look in his eyes.

The strangest sensation Logan ever felt crept up on him. As he dick shrunk and his balls pulled up, it was like there was a "pop." Then he felt the jets suddenly enter his body. Where his dick has been now there was an opening, and it was filling with water, expanding inside him.

All Logan could do was moan. Deeply, gutturally, the sounds humans used before language creep out of him. It was interrupted by Coach sticking his tongue into Logan's mouth. The two kissed as Logan writhed under Coach. After what seemed like an eternity Coach turned off the jets and pulled Logan up out of the water.

Logan was dizzy but managed. He looked down and saw the work of his summer. Glistening, hairless torso and legs, trim but muscled. Where he'd had a respectable dick and balls, now a slight mound lay, also hairless. He looked at Coach confused.

"You gotta be careful about spending too much time in the hot tub. These chemicals can mess you up, boy, or, should I say, girl."

And with that, Coach grouped Logan's pussy, cupped the new lips, and slipped a finger in. Logan was shaking, but thrilled. He'd never had something inside him before, but he was hoping Coach would help him train those muscles too.

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You’re not mistaken, lad. The cage doesn’t come off until you’ve made it up for loosing the match.

You might also find out that your role on the team has changed to reflect your new… qualities.

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Jock help

Denis goes to his dad about a problem, but his dad has an unusual and lingering solution.

Denis had a problem. For some reason, he didn’t know why, he was constantly getting hard in the locker room. At first everyone just laughed it off. But, it continued, passing from funny into embarrassing.

“Dad, what can I do?” asked Denis, after confessing his woes.

“Aside from starting a jerk session in the shower?” said Denis’ dad, Joe. He was a larger man, who’d retained some build from his days in the varsity showers.

”I’m serious! I hate people looking at me funny.”

“I’ve got something for you,” said Joe, smiling. He left and returned with a clear plastic thing. It had two pieces, a tube and a ring with an interlocking center piece.

“It’s a cock cage. You can put it on before you go to school, and it’ll stop you from getting hard. It’s clear plastic so no one will really notice unless they’re looking. Or if you wear tight underwear.” Denis’ dad smiled as he handed his boy a cage. Denis was a bit weary of this new device, but he saw the potential. He held the pieces in his hands.

“How do I put it on?”

Joe, without asking, pulled down Denis’s pants. He wrapped his hand round Denis’ balls and worked the ring on, pulled his dick through, and put the shaft piece over his dick. It clicked into place.

“There. It’s self locking so you’ll need a key to open it up… which I’ve got somewhere.”

Denis felt an icy chill run down his spine.

“Somewhere?”

“I’ll find it. Head off to school and I’m sure it’ll turn up.”

Denis shifted in his seat all day. Still getting used to his new equipment. He held back before showers, waiting for most everyone to be already showering before he darted in, rinsed, and left. Ineased of eliminating his issue, he felt this cage was worsening things. At least he could run without his erection getting in the way.

That night he came home to find his dad had done laundry, or at least tried to.

“Ah something messed up with the dryer I think. It shrunk your underwear pretty bad.”

Denis saw his boxer briefs which once hung loose from the band seemed impossibly small now. He tried one on. While they stretched to fit around his waist, it was the fly pressed up against his front opening around the cage.

“Dad, my cage is clearly visible in these.”

“I’m sorry bud. Once I finish with our shorts, you’ll...” his dad trailed off, staring at his boy’s protruding cock cage.

“Any luck finding the key?”

“Ah shit. I didn’t look. I’m sorry. I’m sure I’ll find it tomorrow.”

Denis went to his room. He looked at himself in the mirror, naked except for his socks and cage. He looked good, but wished he could spend some of this energy by jerking. Later that night as Denis was back hanging out in his tight boxers, he heard his dad shouting in frustration. The dryer had completely fried. There was no way their shorts would be dry that night.

The two of them ate dinner in their underwear. His did it more in solidarity than need, as Dad had put his last shirts and shorts in the laundry. Maybe it was because Denis felt his dick was inaccessible to him, or something else, but he kept glancing at his dad’s package. It was larger than he’d ever noticed in his shrunken briefs. His eyes met his dad’s a few times but he never said anything.

That night Denis had a hard time sleeping. He went to his dad’s room.

“This cage is driving me crazy. I can’t sleep!”

“I know you’re feeling a little uncomfortable and maybe pent up.”

Denis nodded. His dad had always been sex positive and affirming about finding release. Joe patted the bed. Denis sat.

“Can we look for the key now?” said Dennis meekly while adjusting his straining cage in his boxers.

Dad looked at him with a mix of pity and something Denis didn’t recognise - excitement?

“I don’t know if the key is here. The last time I used this was up at camp.”

Dennis’ eyes went wide. The camp was a small rustic cabin in the woods hours away from home. It was a bachelor pad, which, in the past few years, had been used more as storage. There was no telling where anything was in that mess. Dennis felt like he had fallen through a trap door, and yet, he was getting harder and harder. He ineffectively tried to find a better position for it while he thought through wearing this cage long term.

“I better show you how to find some release.” Said dad interrupting Dennis’ spiral. And with that he wrapped a big arm around his boy and pulled flat onto the bed.

Dennis felt his dad’s large arms wrap around him. He felt impossibly small in this embrace, but he felt good. It was nice to have some pleasant contact, even if it was from dad. The plastic cage on his dick was unyielding, a constant reminder that his dad had stopped him from getting an erection. He wished he’d never asked for help.

Joe moved his arms down from around his son’s back to his ass. They were both still in their underwear. Dad slid his fingers around Denis’ waistband like had earlier when he put his son in chastity. He slid the boxers down and his boy’s cage flopped and then strained up away from his body.

“I know your dick is locked up, which used to be how you got your rocks off.” said Dad. As he did, he gingerly tapped the cage he’d put on his boy. Dennis felt the mix of sensation, pleasure, pain, and excitement. His Dad loomed over him in the bed. WIth his dick in a cage, he felt even more at his disposal.

“There’s another way guys can find release.” said Dad flipping Dennis over onto his front. Dennis’ ass jiggled in the motion. Dad rubbed Daniel’s ass. Dennis sighed as the massage started. He’d never been good at stretching so he often has tight spots. But dad wasn’t lingering on any knots here. His fingers were circling around one spot, closer and closer. Dennis gasped as dad grazed his hole.

“See the cage makes you sensitive. Redirects your focus.”

All Dennis could do was nod. He was stifling a moan as his Dad teased the outside of his hole. He’d messed around in the shower before, but it felt ten times better when someone else was doing it, especially this man with his experienced hands.

“On your knees boy” said dad.

Dennis hopped up on his knees. Dad had never called him boy before, but it made this whole experiment feel more erotic. He got on all fours and looked back at his dad through his legs. He saw, past his swollen locked dick, his dad grin, reach out, and put a firm hand on the small of his back.

“No no, like this.” Said dad, gently pushing Dennis’ chest to the bed. Dennis felt his ass was so much more exposed than before, but it sent tingles down through his toes.

“Is this normal, Dad?”

Dad kissed one of Dennis’ cheeks, while smacking the other.

“No boy, but neither is having your dick in a chastity cage.”

“Dad… did you know the keys were at camp when you locked me up this morning?”

Dennis’ dad paused, causing Dennis to real before he finally said, “Let me make it up to you.”

With that, Dad licked Dennis’ hole. A current ran through his body; he’d never felt that before. He let out a moan; he couldn’t help it.

“Let it out, boy.” Said dad, spanking his ass again.

Dennis moaned in the pillows as his dad rimmed him. He was feeling a tantalizing mix of sensations: the slick hot tongue in his hole, and his dad’s scruff rubbing against his cheeks. His dad would moan too, vibrating his hole, which only caused Denniss to moan back. The two went back and forth like this for a while. Denis was dripping a thread of pre on the sheets.

Eventually Dennis came up for air. As he picked up his torso, his cage bounced in the air. He grabbed it, frustrated. He looked over his shoulder as his Dad.

Dad was looking at him, licking his lips, and jerking off his fat cock through his boxers.

“You need to jerk off huh?”

Dennis only nodded, giving his dad puppy eyes.

“Here, use me.”

Dad pulled down his boxers and whipped out his thick dick. It looked even more impressive than before. He laid on the bed as his boy crawled over and jerked a dick hard enough for two. Dennis leaked even more as his dad moaned at him.

“You’re such a good boy. Jerking your Dad. Ahh fuck!”

Dad grabbed Dennis’ neck and pulled his mouth over his dick as it twitched. Dennis was enthralled. He opened his mouth and enveloped his Dad’s thick hog. It pulsed and then shot a load into his mouth. Dennis coughed for a second, but the sensation was so hot, he greedily slurped the cum back up. He cleaned his dad’s dick, then sighed as he laid his head down on his dad’s thigh.

“Yeah, that’ll give you something to focus on for the next few days.”

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