Coach's conundrum
Iâve been a coach for years, and I recognize bullying when itâs happening. Recently, Iâve noticed that this guy, John, who comes to the gym pretty regularly, despite his being massively out of shape, and the captain of the wrestling team, Scott, have a very tense relationship.
This is John:
And this is Scott:
I havenât seen anything directly, but I trust my sense of things, and Iâm pretty sure Scott is bullying John. And I believe strongly that itâs my responsibility to do something about it.
So, I call John into my office and tell him what I suspect. He confirms my suspicions immediately. On the verge of tears, he tells me of all the mental abuse Scott has been inflicting, making him show off his body and denigrate himself. He tells me that Scott consistently calls him Fatty and Faggot and tells him what a useless loser he is.
So, with a sense of righteousness, I call Scott into my office. Itâs cramped with the three of us there, and I can feel the heat from all the bodies. Scottâs just been working out and heâs sweaty. I think for a second how hot he looks, but I donât allow myself to dwell on that.
Iâm determined to call out the bullying and to set things right. I tell Scott what John has reported and tell him that his behavior needs to stop immediately.
I expect Scott to respond to me directly, but instead he smiles and turns to John: âIs that right, John? Do you want me to stop?â
John looks confused for a second, and Scott continues: âYou see, Coach T, I donât think itâs bullying if a guy wants it to be happening. And you want it to happen, donât you, you pathetic loser?â
John looks uncomfortable and stammers, âUm ⊠Sir ⊠um ⊠yes.â He looks relieved to have said it.
âAnd why is that, John?â Scott asks, with a smile.
John looks confused again, and Scott says, âWhy donât you show Coach?â
John seems to understand what Scott means and he pulls down his shorts. There, under his enormous jiggly belly, itâs clear. Johnâs little nub of a dick is red and hard and wet.
âYou donât want it to stop because it excites you, right, faggot? You know that if I stopped youâd never feel like this anymore.â Scott reaches over and pulls off Johnâs shirt so that heâs completely exposed. âYou big fat faggot! You love being degraded! You are pathetic and ridiculous.â
And John moans like a slut, jiggling his belly with his hand and making his hardon bounce up and down.
Scott turns his attention to me: âSo, the real question is, Coach, why are you so invested in John here? There are lots of problems in the locker room. Why this one?â
Iâm not prepared for him to talk to me like this, and I just say, âScott, you should leave right now, and you should know that, despite what John says he wants, your behavior is unacceptable and Iâll be reporting you to the school, for bullying.â
âSure, Coach, whatever. But you havenât answered my question. Why do you care so much? I have a theory. Do you want to hear it?â
âOut now, Scott.â My voice sounds weak even to me.
Scott just continues, âMy theory is that you were a fat kid.â He smiles at the look that comes across my face. âAnd you were relentlessly bullied. And ⊠well, like John here, you hated that bullying, but youâd go home every night and jerk your dick thinking about your bullies. Am I close?â
âOut âŠâ My voice cracks and the word is hardly intelligible.
âAnd whatâs true right now, Coach, is that this scene is exciting you the way you were excited as a little fat kid. Stand up.â
I donât know why, but I do what he says. Iâm standing behind my desk in my gray sweats and my crotch is tented out. âThatâs why you should always wear a jock, Coach. John, why donât you go help Coach take off his sweats.â
John is naked and trembling, but he walks up to me and slips his hand into my waistband, pulling them down. My hard cock pops out, and a thin line of pre drips from it.
Scott laughs. âJohn did you expect Coach would be that small? I think itâs even smaller than yours. Pull your belly up.â John obeys, and he stands next to me, our two hard dicks on display. Scott snaps a pic with his phone, turns it around so that we can see. Yes, itâs obvious that my dick is smaller.
âSo, Coach, are you still reporting me? The school might have questions about this pic.â
Iâm stunned. I just stand there exposed. Scott goes on, âAnd it looks as though youâre excited about being bullied. Isnât that right, loser?â
I donât respond, and Scott addresses John: âSo, John, why donât you help me bully Coach? Force him to his knees.â
John looks surprised but excited. He turns to face me, puts his right hand on my left shoulder and exerts some pressure. Itâs not of course enough to force me to my knees, but I feel my legs going weak, and a second later, Iâm kneeling in front of Johnâs big belly.
âKiss it,â Scott orders, and I kiss the jiggly belly, aware that Scott is taking pics. âNow suck off Johnâs pathetic dick.â
I move my head down, push the fat belly out of the way, and in a second, Johnâs dick is buried in my mouth and Iâm sucking. âWhen you shoot, John, do it on his face.â
It doesnât take long for John to finish. Heâs more excited than heâs ever been. And he shoots and shoots and shoots all over my face.
Scott shows me the last picture. Me on my knees, dick still hard, face and hair covered with Johnâs juice.
âSee you later, Coach.â Scott leaves. John dresses and leaves. Iâm still kneeling by my desk. I reach down, and grab my pathetic little dick. It takes only one stroke for me to cum. Â
Coach's Conundrum Continues
Every morning for the next week, Scott visits me in my office at the beginning of the day. The first visit, he tells me that heâll bully me only if I beg for it. And I end up begging like a pathetic loser.
He has me tell him what I need: to be slapped, to be spanked, to be spit on, to be pissed in like a urinal, to be his fuckhole. His cock fills my mouth, my nostrils, my ass, and floods me over and over. He fucks me too with his finger, three fingers, his toe, three toes.
But thatâs not all that happens during the week. At the end of every day, when everyoneâs left the locker room, John appears, and he bullies me too. He makes me worship his big moobs. He makes me suck him off again, and then, when heâs done, he urinates in my mouth. And he puts me up on my desk, has me spread my legs, and makes me beg for him to fuck me.
Tonight, when Johnâs finished and Iâve shot twice hands free on my belly, he says, âI know what Scottâs been doing to you, Coach. Do you want him to stop?â
I blush, âNo, not really.â
âBut if you had to choose between him and me, who would it be?â I think of Scottâs perfect body and big cock. His cocky attitude. His swagger. And then I look at John, so imperfect, so jiggly, so small where it matters. John continues, âDoes it turn you on more to submit to me or to him, boy?â
And I realize how humiliating what Iâm about to say is, âYou, Sir.â
John smiles. âSo, tomorrow morning, at 8, be sure that Scott is fucking you on this desk. Thatâs when Iâll arrive.â
Scott arrives like clockwork, and I manage to get him so needing to fuck me that, at 7:59, he thrusts into me. A minute later, the door opens, and thereâs John. Scott clocks him, smiles: âYou wanna be bullied too, huh, John?â
John doesnât respond, but strips down. Weâre all three naked. John saunters up behind Scott, who is now thrusting furiously into me. He clearly loves showing off.
John stands right behind Scott, and reaches around him, twisting his nipples hard. âOw, boy, that hurts!â And as Scott is complaining, John positions himself against that thrusting jock ass and he pushes himself in. âWhat ⊠no ⊠what the fuck!â
Scott struggles, but Johnâs weight holds him in place. John whispers into Scottâs ear: âCalm down, boy. Your first time always hurts. This is your first time, isnât it, Scotty?â
âUh ⊠uh ⊠yes.â
âWell, relax, enjoy.â And John thrusts jerkily in and out. I feel Scottâs dick go soft in me and then harden again. I say, âJohn, heâs really liking this. Scott likes your little dick in him.â
âYeah, I knew he would, Coach! And you know what else I think will turn him on? A little competition.â
Scott looks dazed, but heâs fucking me again, even as heâs being fucked by John, and heâs breathing hard and sweating. He says, absently, âCompetition?â
âYeah, Scott, Coach here has been with you this week, but also with me. He loves being bullied, used, and abused, as it turns out. But he has something to tell you.â
I realize whatâs happening and I smile. I look into Scottâs glazed eyes and say, âThatâs right, Scott. Iâve been bullied by you and by the fatso whoâs fucking your ass. And you know whoâs better at it? You know whoâs the better man? You know who WINS here?â
Scott breathes in heavily, almost hyperventilating. I continue, âItâs John. John is the one I want to be used by.â
As I say the words, I feel Scottâs cock swell in me, then explode. Heâs cumming bigger than ever before. I hear John berating him, âBig man, youâve just shot with this fatsoâs little cock taking your virginity. And youâve lost out to me, too. Donât bother coming round here anymore unless we call you in. Iâm taking over control of Coach. Maybe youâll be useful to us sometimes, like a sex toy. But maybe not.â
