Bryan bent over picking up the balls that lay scattered throughout the gym. As the gym teacher he had to make sure the gym was clean. Bryan would make the freshmen stay and clean up their own mess next time.
Bryan had been working in the gym department for a couple of months and it had been nice so far. When he saw the application, he was surprised to see it had not been seized up yet. The school was built for a small town that lay just a few miles from the beach; it needed a gym teacher. The gym was small barely a basketball court, the changing rooms were also small. His office sat next to the men's changing room, Bryan made sure to keep the blinds up so he would not get a violation of any kind.
The senior and junior class were having a good season especially considering the small town the kids were in. So far, the students had taken a liking to him as well. Bryan made sure to be the fun teacher. He did his best to see the student's side but also train them well. Bryan even got invited to the senior class' graduation ceremony. From what he had heard the seniors had not invited anyone else.
The senior class was comprised of only boys. They had been a rather crazy group all of them were very headstrong. Despite having only known them for less than a whole semester, he was disappointed at the thought of the lack of their dynamics in his class and sports teams. Bryan wanted to give them a good shove off.
The graduation party was in less than an hour away, after he had picked up the gym and shut off the lights, he made his way outside. He turned and locked the door. He needed to get home and change; he could smell his own musk just by bending over.
As Bryan turned around, he was pushed back against the door. A cloth was crammed on his face and a hand held it there. Multiple bodies held him against the door. Coach Bryan's struggle and shouts were muffled. The cloth's smell shot up his nose, it stank of chemicals. His nose burned and he felt his eyes fill with tears. What the fuck is happening to me, Bryan screamed inside his own head. No matter how much Bryan struggled or fought, he felt his head getting light. His knees gave in and he felt himself fall.
Coach Bryan woke up with a pang in his head. As he got a grip on his surroundings he tried to shout. Nothing came out, he choked on his own words as he tried to get the ball gag out of his own mouth. He found himself with no clothing, the cool wind blowing down his back and upon his balls.
Coach Bryan writhed around, "Mmmmff, mmmhg, mmffh." The nude coach muffled. He was back upward on a plank of wood. His legs dangled with no surface underneath. His hands were bound below him, and his feet to a cutout that his ass stuck out of. For some reason, his whistle still hung around his neck. "Mmmmmmmg, mmmmmmmfffhhh" The couch moaned his arms and legs tugging at the chains that held fast.
Suddenly he heard a squeak behind him, and then the sound of rushing water. He tried to turn his head but all that he could see behind him was the corner of his eye, a wall behind him, his ass poked through a hole that seemed almost his shape. Light shone from the cracks in between his ass and the wood. He tried to see in front of himself. All he saw was pitch black, but he could here the slow splash of waves and the salt in the air was not hard to recognize. How the fuck did he end up on a beach, he shouted in his own mind.
A sudden sharp pang penetrated his asshole. It took the coach a second to realize that it was a bit fastened on a water hose. The bit shot cold water up his asshole and he felt his chest fill. "Mmffuuughh, ghhhhhhhmmnmmfm!" he once again tried at the chains finding them to still stand fast.
