It’s just that - Coach was kinda mad at me, see, since I’d been cutting practice and all. I was out partying more than I was thinking about football. All I cared about was girls.
It happened so fast, I don’t even remember how it happened exactly; all I know is suddenly I’m being pinned down in the shower by my teammates, fully naked after practice. No matter how I scream and shout, they won’t let go.
Then Coach walks in, right - telling me how disappointed he was, saying I was letting the team down and everything. Humiliating me before the entire team.
I tried to apologize, but they wouldn’t listen, Coach kept saying I needed to be put in my place - and before I knew it, they had put a cage on my cock.
Locked up my fucking dick.
Everyone laughed, took pictures, mocked my new accessory. I begged Coach to take it off, but he just laughed with the rest of them. Said I didn’t need my dick, anyway. Said I’d always been the one with the best ass on the team.
First, I didn’t understand what he meant.
Just cause I wouldn’t be able to get laid or jerk off for a couple days wasn’t gonna change me. I figured Coach simply wanted to take my mind off the chicks, and focus on football instead.
And it worked pretty well. I just had to keep going to practice, and eventually, the man wouldn’t be mad anymore. Or so I hoped.
But days turned into weeks, and Coach still wouldn’t take off my cage.
I was going insane, humping everything like a horny dog, desperately trying to get myself off. I humped my pillow, the bed, my bag - hell, even my roommate, when he was passed out drunk. But nothing worked.
Eventually, I turned up at Coach’s office, crying my eyes out, begging him to let me cum. It had been over a month since I’d even touched my dick, at this point, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
Coach just sat there, grinning at me with from behind his desk.
He told me to strip down to my jockstrap, which I did, then forced me on my hands and knees.
“Suck my dick,” he told me, “Maybe then I’ll set you free.”
Now, I would never, ever, ever touch another man’s penis. Not for my life.
But you don’t understand what it’s like, dude… I was so unbearably horny, all the fucking time, from the moment I woke up to the moment I dry-humped myself to sleep - I couldn’t focus, could only ever think about sex, which made me even hornier in turn. It was hell. I would do anything to rid myself of this nightmarish cock cage. Even if it meant giving my football Coach a blowjob.
So I did it.
I put my head between the man’s thighs, and sucked on his dick the best I could. I tried to do it like all the girls did with me, but it was a fucking struggle.
After a while, Coach just grabbed my hair and rammed his cock down my throat, fucking my face with full force. He didn’t give a shit that I was crying and gagging - he just wanted to feel my hole.
Just when I thought he was gonna shoot, when I hoped it would all be over soon, Coach pulled out of my mouth and told me to bend over his desk instead.
Then, I knew what he wanted.
All those comments about my ass, always telling me I was thicker than any girl he’d ever seen, always slapping my butt during games; it all made sense in that moment. I cried and begged like a little bitch, but he didn’t listen.
Coach pushed me over his desk, ass out toward him, and pressed his leaking boner at my entrance. He stuffed my mouth with my shirt to muffle my cries, then pushed into me without a sliver of mercy. And Coach was far from small.
It felt like he was splitting me apart.
He fucked me long, and hard, and deep. The kind you see in porn, where the guy fucks the girl as if she is some kinda unbreakable toy. His hips slammed so hard into mine I could already feel them bruising. It went on, and on, and on, without the man ever reaching his climax.
His torso pushed me down on the desk, crushing me under his weight, knocking the air from my lungs. Everything hurt. My ass was burning so much, I thought I was gonna start to bleed, it felt like my sphincter was actually tearing more with every thrust.
But… when the pain faded, after maybe half an hour, and my tears had dried… it felt good.
Really good.
The kinda good I had been missing for over a month now. My cock was trying to grow hard in its cage, and it felt like there were fucking fireworks in my ass. Instinctively, I started bucking my hips into Coach’s pole. He laughed.
“There we go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ruined ass, “Move those fuckin’ hips. Feels good to get porked by your Coach, huh?”
I was too far gone to remember I liked girls. All I wanted was more, more dick, more Coach, more and more and more until I would finally be pushed over the edge. He was right; I didn’t need my dick.
My ass was making me feel things I’d never felt before.
“Ooohhh…. f-fuckk y-yesss, C-Coach…”
It wasn’t long before the man bred me, shooting a massive load into my guts. Not like that was the end of it, though. For the rest of the night, Coach had me in every corner of his office, pounding my ass for hours straight. I didn’t even care that my cock was still locked up. Coach’s dick was all the dick I needed.
That night, something changed within me.
I’m Coach’s bitch boy now.
I don’t really have a choice, you know. He’s the only one with the key to my dick. As long as he keeps me locked up, the only source of pleasure I have is my prostate - so I just have to make-do.
Coach and my teammates fuck me pretty much every day, though, so there’s plenty of pleasure I get. I’d never thought I’d enjoy being a cumdump this much.
Everyone keep saying that if I keep being their good little slut, keep riding that dick like a champ, my penis is finally gonna get unlocked again.
But… to be honest, I don’t think Coach is ever gonna take off that cage.
And… I think I don’t even really want him to, anymore.
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