“That’s right. A little gratitude will take you a long way in life, Alfie. I didn’t have to warm your ass up. I could’ve gotten right to it. But I always take care of my team. You remember that.”
Alfie was finding it difficult to be grateful that Coach had given him a pre-spanking spanking, but then Coach started hitting him again, and he understood better.
Ithurt. No more muffling, no more diffusion. Coach’s hand slapped down like it was made of wood—hard and unyielding—producing a loud, salacious cracking sound with each smack as if Alfie’s ass were being broken right in half.
What had been a pleasant warmth quickly became a searing heat. Alfie yowled. And kicked. All the things Coach had said he would do except cry until Coach stopped working the plump flesh of his ass cheeks and moved to the more tender skin of his upper thighs, and then he did cry. He begged too. Begged and begged for Coach to please, please stop. To have mercy.
When Coach finally did stop, he was a mess, choking on snot and tears, his pants kicked all the way down to his ankles and his dick almost raw from how hard he’d been grinding against Coach’s thigh. He heaved in a breath before bursting into a fresh wave of tears, so relieved he’d made it through this ordeal.
“There now,” Coach said, giving his rump a tender tap. “If you hadn’t tried my patience by dragging your feet over here, you’d be done now.”
“Wait,” Alfie said as the spanking began again, freshly painful after a moment’s respite. If what had happened so far had been the original punishment, and if his punishment had doubled even once, then that meant…
“I can’t,” he sobbed. “I can’t, I can’t.”
Coach stopped, thank heavens, but he only said, “I’m going to make a man out of you yet, Alfie,” before starting right back up again.
Alfie sobbed, his ass beyond hot, beyond red, beyond anything he would have imagined himself capable of bearing. But it didn’t matter what he was capable of bearing because Coach forced him to bear it. On and on the spanking went, across his ass and down his legs, until Coach shook out his hand and said, “That’s about all I’ve got in me,” which made Alfie cry even harder. As if the pain in Coach’s hand could possibly match the pain in Alfie’s everything.
His balls ached worst of all, as fiery hot as his ass from being squeezed and pressed and ridden all over the planes of Coach’s muscled thighs. He still wanted to go home and jerk off—maybe even recall the earlier, easier part of the spanking while he did—but he wasn’t sure he would be able to get off after having been backed up for so long.
“Up you go,” Coach said with a last tap on Alfie’s ass that had him scrambling to obey before Coach decided to start spanking him again. He moved so fast he forgot about not having on anything except a jock until he was on his feet between Coach’s knees with his cock pointing straight at Coach’s hard abs.
Maybe Coach wouldn’t notice?
Coach sighed. He’d noticed.
“Alfie,” he said, disappointment heavy in his voice. “Were you perving on me while I was administering discipline to you?”
Alfie shook his head.
“Lying will only get you deeper in trouble, son.”
“I can’t help it,” Alfie squeaked. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He tried to cover his erection with his hands, but Coach barked, “Hands at your sides,” so he stood, the cheeks on his face as red as the cheeks of his ass, as respectfully as he could, while Coach contemplated him sadly.
“You reallycan’thelp it, can you? You’ve got a deep streak of man-lust, and this environment is just too much stimulation for a pervy boy like you. If I let you back into my locker room tomorrow, you’re going to go right back to perving on those men, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” Alfie admitted. “Probably,” he said more truthfully. “Yes.”
“All right then. Understanding a problem is halfway to solving it.”
A flicker of hope returned. “You’re not going to kick me out?”
“You’re not the first hopelessly horny guy I’ve had in my locker room. Always remember, Alfie, ifyoudon’t give up on you,Iwon’t give up on you. Let’s try something else, all right?”
“All right.”
Whatever Coach had in mind, it would have to be easier to bear than a spanking.
Chapter 3
Coach reached into one of the bottom drawers of his desk and pulled out a tube of lube.
“It’s a little old,” he said, “but it should still work okay.” He squirted some on his finger, sniffed it, then nodded approvingly.
Alfie was feeling pretty approving himself. Anything that involved lube, he expected to like. Then Coach rummaged around some more and came out with a piece of metal shaped unlike anything Alfie had ever seen. Definitely not a dildo—why would Coach have a dildo in his drawer?—but not completely unlike a dildo either. It was longer than a typical sex toy and more aggressively curved, with a heavy ball on one end and a somewhat smaller ball on the other. Not shaped like a dick but shaped like something that might be going up your ass.
Coach coated the larger ball with lube, which further suggested where it might be going, then patted his lap much like he had earlier except now he was holding a sex toy. Was Coach going to get him off? It was a little weird but wholly hot, so Alfie draped himself back over the lap he’d so recently left. His ass still smarted, so he jumped when Coach put a hand on it, but it was only for the purpose of separating his cheeks so he could nudge the ball up against his sphincter.
