Okay, so we agree, we’re doing it today?
Yep, right at the end of practice. Once he blows his whistle.
100%. Let’s give this guy a taste of his own medicine.
We all nodded our heads and headed out of the locker room towards the pitch. Our coach was already out there, standing with his hands on his hips, already mad at us.
Our old coach had a heart attack two weeks ago, and luckily, he’s fine now but taking the rest of the term off. And we got stuck with Coach Lane instead. He’s an assistant coach on our university’s football team, and he thinks we’re weaker, slower, and less disciplined than his players. We tried to tell him that since we have way less money for our program and less fans in the stands, we just play for fun, but he wouldn’t hear it. And once they got new uniforms even though ours were ancient, we were through. So, we decided today to show him how the rugby team really is.
We strolled out to him and for the first hour of practice, we were model athletes. Ran his laps, followed his drills, no back-talk either. He even flashed a momentary smile before returning to his normal stoic pose. And that’s the worst thing about this guy- he’s so bloody attractive. When he’s not yelling, I can easily just stare at him for minutes at a time. He’s solid muscle, so his shirt is skin tight and his shorts are halfway up his massive thighs. He’s got muscles everywhere and a strong jawline, but then he has shaggy hair that falls over his forehead and a beautiful smile. It’s honestly unfair. So when we decided to brainstorm ways to embarrass him, I had other motives when i suggested my idea.
Finally, after my muscles were almost ready to collapse, we heard the whistle. Coach Lane was gathering us up to give his notes, but we had a better idea. Before he could even figure out what was happening, we were on him, all twenty of us. Most of the guys were just there to help hold him down, but some of us were all in. In seconds, the sounds of ripping fabric rang out as his shirt and shorts started tearing apart. His collar was ripped into a v-neck, exposing those meaty pecs that I just wanted to shove my face in between. Another guy had ripped from the bottom, and his shirt dramatically tore open, exposing his full, hairy chest to us. I was surprised to see that he wasn’t resisting more, but then I looked up to see someone’s sweaty bandana shoved into his mouth. And that made the whole scenario even hotter.
I had one of my arms wrapped around his muscular thigh, but I used the other to grab a hold of his shorts, barely trying to pretend that I was accidentally grazing my hand over his package. I got a fistful of fabric and pulled, and the shorts as if by magic tore off his body. He was really starting to fight now as he was left in only a jockstrap. A couple of guys on the end had already gotten his shoes and socks off, tickling his feet every now and then. We calmed a bit as Jarrett spoke up for us.
Coach, take this as a hint that we’re done with you going this hard on us. Unless you want this to happen again in the middle of campus, we’re gonna have a bit more compromise. Understood?
He just nodded calmly as we slowly lowered him back down to the ground.
Now, head back to the locker room. Without this. And right as he began to run back to the locker room, Jarrett stuck his arm out and grabbed the waistband of Coach’s jock. As if in slow motion, the material was torn away leaving him completely naked. His massive ass jiggled as he ran, and for a split second, he turned around to see if he was being followed. His meaty cock and balls swung into view, and I tried to burn them into my memory. Thirty seconds later (even though it felt way longer), he had gone around the edge of the building and ducked into the locker room to find some clothes.
I turned the corner of the building and thankfully the coast was clear, and I could duck inside the locker room. I locked the door behind me and then locked the other entrance too. Finally, I could relax, have time to figure out what the fuck just happened.
I didn’t even think I’d gone too hard on the guys, but they apparently all hated me. Well, not all of them. Some of them looked like they were enjoying their stunt a little too much. Tim basically jerked me off a few strokes before ripping my shorts off. Is that why I’m hard now? I looked down at my cock which was at full mast, aching for me to release the tension. But I had to do something first.
I grabbed all the clothes I could, throwing them in the office. I then unlocked the doors, hiding again in my office with the lights out. The boys came in, whooping and cheering at how well their prank had worked. One by one, they stripped off, grabbed towels, and headed to the shower room to clean up. There was a window between my office and next door, so I was able to secretly watch, peeking out under one of the blinds.
Once the last one had left, I sneaked out with a pair of scissors, cutting all of their shorts right down the middle. Two birds with one stone- the boys would get new uniforms since these were all destroyed, and I would get the satisfaction of revenge. And now, I could just sit back in my office, with my phone camera propped up in the window, and wait for them to get back, as I finally began to get myself off, reliving each and every second from earlier.
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