Disciplined

Grayson's shiny cock head pulsed as he pumped his slick hand up and down the swollen, veiny shaft. In his other hand he held his best friend's sweaty jockstrap. The jockstrap which had cradled his friend's balls and cock, had gone unwashed all season, the pouch emitting a masculine stench that drove Grayson wild. He was fast approaching climax, pumping more vigorously now, as his breathing got faster and faster. Finally, he lost control, as jet after jet of thick cum erupted from his shaft. His moans echoed around the locker room as shot after shot of cum landed on his body. He couldn't help but moan Michael's name to as he continued to inhale to smell his friend's ripe jockstrap. Grayson rode his explosive orgasm to its end, panting as the last waves of pleasure ripped through his body.

'Grayson,' said a stern voice.

Panicked, Grayson stood up to hide. But it was too late he had been caught. Standing in front of him was Coach, looking less than pleased.

'Coach, I... I can explain,' stuttered the young stud.

'My office, now!' bellowed Coach angrily.

Grayson obliged and followed the Coach to his office, his head hung in shame.

Now in the coach's office Grayson stood in front of his desk, stark naked. His cock and body were still matted with cum and his cock was still semi hard. Grayson had never felt so embarrassed in his entire life. Coach took out his phone and placed it on the table. To Grayson's horror, the clip was of him. Coach had filmed all of it. The jockstrap sniffing, the pumping, the cum shots, the moaning, and the screaming of Michaels name.

'Coach, please...,' began Grayson.

Coach Sanders cut him off.

'Sexual activity of any nature is banned in all university buildings accept student accommodation. Does this look like student accommodation to you?!' yelled coach sternly 'And stealing another student's property to aid your filthy activities!? You're in big trouble Grayson.'

'Coach, I'm sorry. I swear. I won't do it again. I promise,' said Grayson, his voice shaky with anxiety.

'Here's how this is going to work boy, you have two options. Number one: I send this video to the University board and your parents. You will be disciplined accordingly,' said Coach looking Grayson right in the eyes.

'Please coach. No. Please. I beg you. Don't do this to me. Please,' pleaded Grayson.

'Shut up boy,' bellows Coach Sanders. 'You're one of my star players Grayson. So, I would hate to lose you. In lieu of that, here's option two. We keep this between us and I deal with your punishment.'

'Option two. Option two coach. Please,' replied Grayson almost immediately 'I'll be ruined if this video gets out. Please punish me.'

Seeing Grayson beg to be punished was almost more than the coach could take. He had fantasized about Grayson's perfect body any times, and now he'd be in complete control of it.

'I have to warn you Grayson, if I punish you, it's not going to be a walk in the park. I punish boys like you with upmost severity. You're 21 years old, a man. You deserved to be punished like one,' says Coach Sanders.

'Yes sir. I understand. I'll take whatever type of discipline you think I need,' replied Grayson, getting more nervous by the second.

Coach hands Grayson a piece of paper with his address written on it.

'Come to my house for 7pm tonight, I have everything I need to discipline you thoroughly there,' says coach.

'Thank you, coach. Thank you.'

7:15pm and Grayson knocks on Coach's door. The door opens swiftly and Grayson is led inside.

'You're late boy.'

'I'm sorry Coach, I lost track of time.'

'Oh, you will be. You'll need to be punished for that to.'

'Come on coach it was only fifteen minutes,' said Grayson in dismay.

'Don't you dare backchat to me boy!" shouted Coach. 'It's clear to me you don't know your place. I think it's time you were reminded.'

'I'm sorry sir.'

Coach Sanders beckoned Grayson into the kitchen and down a flight of stairs into the basement. Grayson didn't really know what to expect, or what the coach had planned for him. But it became abundantly clear what he was in for when the coach flicked on the basement lights. What he saw could only be described as one thing, a sex dungeon. The walls were adorned with many toys and implements, some of which Grayson recognised, and others he'd never seen before. Ropes and cuffs hung from the ceiling and were mounted onto the floor. The centre piece was a large table, covered with padded black leather. There were restraints attached to each corner, where scratch marks were embedded deep in the leather, a testament to the agony the Coach's previous victims had suffered. The room smelled of rich leather and sweat, a smell Grayson wouldn't soon forget.

'Take of all your clothes,' said the coach. 'Then go bend over the flogging horse.'

Grayson did as he was told. All the while his mind racing with fear and anticipation. The coach then approached him and cuffed his legs and wrist to the flogging horse. Grayson was completely helpless. His ass high in the air and his muscular legs spread wide apart. His cock and balls exposed and easily accessible to the coach. The coach's cock was already fully hard.

'Okay boy, lets get started. First, you need to be punished for your lateness', said the coach sternly. 'A good ass thrashing is a good place to start. How many licks do you think you deserve?'

No answer.

The coach grabbed Grayson's sweaty ball sack and squeezed.

'Answer me boy!'

Grayson yelled and whimpered in pain.

'Ten sir! Ten!' Cried Grayson in agony.

'You deserve a lot more than that,' replied Coach releasing Grayson's balls. 'Was thinking we start with thirty licks with my belt. But we'll make it forty, since you think not answering me is appropriate.'

Grayson whimpered in fear.

'Right, here we go. Count each stroke and thank me each time,' said Coach.

'Yes sir.'

Coach cracked his belt. A frightening sound for Grayson. Doubling it over, he lifted the belt high in the air and administered the first crack across Grayson's muscled ass. Grayson yelled in pain as the leather burned his ass.

'One sir. Thank you, sir,' said Grayson, his voice shaky.

The pain from the first lick was already unbearable. But Grayson surprised himself as he began to get aroused. Did he actually like this? He hoped the coach wouldn't notice. But his fat cock had already began to get hard and with a cock as big as Grayson's it would be hard not to notice. The coach had already clocked the growing hard on. Coach snickered in delight. This was only the beginning of the torment the coach had planned for Grayson that night.

To be continued...