studstealer:Depraved Days of DecemberDay 21 - JohnnyJohnny obeyed immediately when I told him to tak
studstealer:Depraved Days of DecemberDay 21 - JohnnyJohnny obeyed immediately when I told him to take off his shirt. He was grinning stupidly, absent-mindedly flexing those enormous arms of his while I looked him up and down.“Looking very good, boy,” I remarked.The big jock laughed. “Thanks, Coach. I’ve been doing like you said, going to the gym five times a week.”“I can see that,” I said. “How much are you now? 195?”“210 pounds, Coach,” he said proudly. My eyes were glued to those magnificent muscle tits, those beautifully over-pumped arms, that handsome, dumb face. I couldn’t get enough of this boy.“Very nice. Why don’t you go ahead and take those shorts off too, while you’re at it. Show Coach those quads of yours,” I said.A flicker of concern crossed his handsome face, but it disappeared as soon as it came. He quickly re-established his stupid grin, and started to take off his shorts and shoes. Johnny was stupid, but not too stupid to disobey his Coach.“My, my,” I said, unable to take my eyes off the stud as he revealed his trunks of legs and a massive bulge in his underwear. I knew from the lockerrooms how well-endowed the jock was.“Think it’ll be enough to beat Ohio next week, sir?” Johnny laughed.“It better be,” I said. “Ohio’s won all their other games, thus far. If anyone’s going to stop them, it’ll be us.”Johnny told me not to worry, he was gonna take care of it.The way he stood there, full of pride and confidence - arrogance, almost - made my fantasy run wild. He seemed so perfectly comfortable around his Coach, even in nothing but his underwear; he revelled in my attention and wanted nothing more than for me to prize his hard-earned muscles.“Flex, Johnny,” I said. “And don’t forget to show me your backside, too.”The big jock did as he was told. He lifted up his enormous arms and flexed them as best as he could, really making a show out of showing me his body. He made his big tits bounce, turned his abs into a chiseled eight-pack, and flexed his quads. My boner twitched in my pants as I watched Johnny perform for me.Then he turned around, and showed me his impressive back. The boy was nothing but pure strength, only muscles upon more muscles. 20 years young, and already at the top of the hierarchy. Or so he believed.Of course, I knew exactly why Johnny was being so obedient and eager to show off. He knew I was thinking about naming him team captain.To my jocks, there really was no greater honor than that. He would do anything to be picked for the job, knowing very well how much it would increase his chances of ever reaching the NFL.Before the stud could turn back around to face me, my hand had found its way to his unbelievable glutes. I dug my fingers into his asscheek, and finally had a good feel of that impeccable butt.Johnny jumped at the sudden harassment, turning around and instinctively backing away. His stupid grin had made place for a look of shock and confusion. Showing off was one thing, but being groped by another man…“W-wow!! What the hell?!” the hunk yelled.“What, boy? Did you really think Coach only wanted you to strip and flex to see your progress?” I scoffed.His face had already gotten a couple shades redder. “C-Coach, I d-don’t-”“Shut it, meathead. You knew exactly why I made you take off your clothes, and you happily went along with it. You even flexed for me, and all. You’re almost as bad as those sluts you get at that fucking frat house of yours.”His eyes were big, panicky and horrified. His world was crumbling around him - Coach, the person he trusted more than anyone in the world, who had always taken care of him so well, was now trying to touch him in ways he had never even thought about.“I-I… I ain’t gay, C-Coach,” Johnny stammered. He was torn between his ingrained need to obey me, and every last voice in his head telling him this was more than wrong. The whole team captain thing also wasn’t helping with his ability to make reasonable choices.“Don’t you worry about that,” I said. I placed a hand on his broad shoulders, and felt his body freeze at the touch. But he didn’t try to shake me off.“I know a fag when I see one, Johnny. And you’re the biggest, thickest fag I’ve ever seen.”Some of his fear made place for anger, when he heard me use that word. Fag.I knew how much they all hated it, but that was exactly why I liked using it. It acted as a painfully humiliating reminder of what they really were.“I’m not a faggot,” the stud said, clenching his fists. Resolute, adamant.I gave his shoulder a little squeeze, and raised my eyebrows. Johnny’s face lit up again as he saw the look of contempt on his Coach’s face, and his newfound confidence vanished immediately.“Are you calling me a liar, boy?” I whispered threateningly.He looked like a puppy that had just been caught being naughty.Johnny weakly shook his head, but he didn’t dare open his mouth. That was enough of a cue for me to continue my approach, and I pulled the half-naked stud closer.The big jock was too petrified to do anything as I rubbed his thick neck, bringing my face closer and carefully taking in his scent. Expensive aftershave with a light hint of musk beneath. He smelled like the field, and fresh submission.I held his head with one hand while the other one travelled down his back, towards the real jackpot.Johnny gasped as I invaded his boxers. I took a good handful of his fat ass, feeling his heartbeat quicken as I pressed my body against his. I felt his rock-hard muscles under perfect, silky skin, and was pleased to notice the growing bulge in his boxer-briefs.“Relax, Johnny,” I whispered in his ear, softly nibbling on his earlobe. “Coach is just gonna make you feel good. Don’t think about anything else.”“S-stop,” he whimpered, when my finger found his hole. “Please, sir. I-I’m not a fag. Don’t do this.”I brought one finger to his mouth, and told him to suck on it.“You want to stay Coach’s favorite, don’t you, Johnny?” I said, when he refused. “Only my favorite gets to become team captain. If not you, then I’ll find someone else on the team. Jackson, maybe? Or Brad?”The look in his puppy eyes was priceless. After a moment or two, the jock opened his trembling lips and let me invade his mouth. I made him lap and lick the finger until it was wet enough, then moved it back to his ass.Johnny let out a loud moan as I inserted my finger into his virgin ass. I wasn’t in the mood for patience, today. I rammed my finger all the way into his hole, and grabbed his throat with my other hand when he tried to struggle a little.“How’s that feel, meathead? Like having Coach finger your tight cunt?”This sparked some more resistance from the slut. He had a pathetic attempt at getting away, but I just threw him on the couch and pinned him down without a sliver of effort.“P-please, sir,” Johnny stammered, while I ripped the underwear off his sculpted body, “Please, s-stop, I-I don’t- I can’t-”I gave him a good slap in the face to shut him up. I grabbed the jock’s thick legs and lifted them up, exposing his barely loosened hole. I revealed my own boner, and spat on it.“That’s the only lube a bitch like you deserves,” I growled, letting him feel the size of my cock, applying pressure at his entrance. “I’m gonna split you in half, Johnny. I’m gonna show you what being a team captain really means.”The poor jock howled in pain as I pushed inside of him, forcing his virgin ass to make way for my pole. The feeling of his tight boycunt around my dick was everything I’d expected and more.My star jock was lying here before me, impaled on my cock, writhing in pain and screaming like a little bitch. His massive muscles had been rendered useless by his innate need to obey a superior man. Johnny had never really respected anyone. I knew his father to be an unemployed alcoholic, someone my jock absolutely loathed. His worst fear was becoming like his dad, worthless and lazy, and that’s why he’d always worked so hard in the gym and on the field. He had no respect for his father, or for any of the teachers. All his respect went out to me.He had entrusted his entire existence to his Coach.If his situation at home got bad, Coach would always be the one to take care of him. If he had some problem with a teacher who threatened to get him off the team, Coach would always be there to save the day. Coach was the only person in his life he really, really trusted.And right now, Coach was raping that trust as hard as he was raping his perfect bubble butt.Once my cock had plowed its way into his hole and loosened it considerably, Johnny stopped screaming and just let me have my fun. The ripped stud just lay there, clearly on the verge of tears as I continued to fuck his ass.When he tried to close his eyes or look away, I grabbed his pretty face and slapped it a couple of times, ordering him to keep his eyes on mine.So he did. I stared right into those beautiful puddles as I tore his hole to shreds. He was silently begging me for mercy, looking more hurt and vulnerable than I’d ever seen him. But while his eyes tried to show how much he hated this, his thick body reacted differently to my cock.Once I found that magic spot inside of my stud, I felt his heart rate increase. His breathing quickened, and his enormous dick grew into a gorgeous, humiliating boner. I took his bulging titties between my fingers, and made the jock gasp aloud as I twisted his sensitive spots.No matter how much Johnny pretended to hate this, his body was betraying his true feelings. The big, cocky alpha always dominated everything and everyone in his life, but this was what he really needed, deep down. Johnny just needed a real man to put him in the right place.The jock’s hand travelled instinctively toward his hard-on, but I intercepted it and pinned it down above his head. “No, no, Johnny,” I grinned, making him moan with a particularly vicious stab at his prostate, “Fags don’t get to touch their pathetic little tools, unless their Master tells them to. The only pleasure you’ll be experiencing from now on comes from this thick fucking ass of yours.”All he could do was moan loudly in response. My dick was driving him nuts, sending wave after wave of the most amazing sensations through his well-developed jock body; sensations he’d never thought were possible.As expected, it didn’t take long before those sensations gained the upper hand. I felt Johnny’s abundant muscles contract, the loudest moan escaping from his mouth as he arched his back and closed his eyes. Without a single touch, the stud creamed all over his own muscle tits.The sight of the young hunk in such ecstasy, and the feeling of his ass clenching around my cock, sent me over the edge at the same time. I dug my fingers in his beefy legs, and shot a big load up my boy’s ruined boypussy. Finally, my seed claimed the stud as my own. I would forever be the one to have taken his anal virginity, forever the one to have yanked him down from his alpha throne and made him into my fag bitch.I had conquered Johnny.Once my orgasm subsided, I threw the muscular slut off the couch, and sat down. Johnny groaned as he hit the floor, cum immediately seeping out his raped ass, and I gave him a second or two to regain his breath.“That was nice, wasn’t it, boy?” I chuckled. The naked jock threw me a bitter look. I was pleased to notice there were tears streaming down his handsome face. Now the pleasure was gone, only the humiliation and pain remained. He was completely broken.“F-fuck you,” he sobbed.I kicked his head back into the ground in response. That was sure to leave a bruise. Johnny yelped in pain, and started to cry even harder.“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that, you oversized cum-dump,” I spat. “You should see yourself. Naked, on the ground, crying like a fucking girl. Covered in your own sperm, with mine all up your freshly fucked ass. How fucking pathetic you are.”The poor jock was crying his eyes out, at this point, but it only fueled my insatiable desire to hurt him more.“It’s hilarious to think you’re supposed to be the King of College, King of the Field. You’re the exact opposite of a king, Johnny. You’re the lowest of the lowest, the most pathetic bitch that has ever walked this earth. All you’re good for is looking pretty and taking cock up your pussy. It’s a wonder you’ve been able to keep up this ‘alpha’ image for so long.”“S-stop,” Johnny cried, his voice drenched with so much pain it made my cock rock-hard again. “P-please, Coach-”I kicked him again. “It’s time for you to start addressing me more appropriately, boy. ‘Coach’ ain’t gonna do it anymore. It’ll be ‘Master’, from now on. Understand?”He looked up at me with his hurt, reddened eyes, and I felt the corners of my mouth curl up. He was perfect.“Y-yes, Master,” Johnny sobbed.“Good boy,” I grinned. “Now, get your fat ass over here and start licking Master’s cock clean.”The 210-pound beast slowly got to hands and feet. His massive muscles, which had once made him look so proud and impressive, now only made him look more pathetic. He was the perfect, beefy bitch I’d made him into. Finally, all those years of monitoring and guiding my star player were gonna pay off.Johnny crawled over to me, tears still streaming down his pretty face. I ruffled through his hair, and sat back to enjoy his tongue on my boner.“Don’t worry, Johnny,” I said, while the beefy stud tasted his own ass on my cock. “Everything’s going to be okay, as long as you do as I say. I’ve always taken care of you, haven’t I? I think it’s time you’re gonna start doing something back. You’re finally going to learn how to really satisfy your old Coach. That’s all you ever wanted, isn’t it?”“Y-yes, Master,” the broken stud stammered.I smiled. He was already starting to get accustomed to his new position.Hopefully for poor Johnny, his ass wasn’t too sore yet; all that tongue work of his was getting me real horny again. He was definitely going to have to spend the night. -- source link