Put Me In...You, Coach Short Stories Collection

Story 4: Power Play

Mikey, a young and incredibly talented athlete, had always been the star player of the team. His skills on the field were unmatched, and his popularity among both his peers and the school's population was nothing short of legendary. However, today's practice had taken an unexpected turn. Coach, a stern and demanding man, had singled Mikey out for a particularly harsh dress down in front of the entire team. The tension in the locker room was thick as the Coach's deep, commanding voice echoed off the tiles, his face a contorted mask of disappointment and anger. But as the final bell of the day rang out, signaling the end of practice, Mikey had had enough. His pride bruised and his ego demanding retribution, he approached Coach, who was collecting the stray balls and gear scattered across the floor. "Look, Coach," Mikey began, his voice firm yet respectful, "I don't think that's the way to talk to me." The room grew quiet as the Coach looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes at the uncharacteristic challenge. The team members, used to the dynamic where Coach's word was law, exchanged glances, unsure of what was about to unfold. Little did they know that Mikey was about to rewrite the rules of power in their very presence.

Sensing the shift in the air, Coach paused in his task, his gaze locking onto Mikey's. The young athlete's eyes burned with a newfound resolve, and the Coach felt a strange thrill of anticipation. "What exactly do you mean by that, Mikey?" he asked, his tone still authoritative, yet hinting at curiosity. Mikey stepped closer, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. "I mean," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl, "you need to learn some respect." Without another word, he reached out and grabbed the Coach's tie, pulling him closer. The Coach's eyes widened as he felt Mikey's hand slip beneath his track pants, gripping his cock. The team watched, stunned, as Mikey whispered into the Coach's ear, "You're going to suck my cock, Coach. And then, you're going to bend over for me." The Coach's face flushed, a mix of shock, anger, and undeniable arousal. But before he could protest, Mikey's other hand was on the back of his head, guiding him down. The locker room was silent except for the sound of Coach's own heavy breathing as he found himself on his knees before the very student he had just belittled, his mouth open and poised to accept Mikey's cock. The power dynamics had flipped, and the team was about to witness something that would change the locker room dynamics forever.

As Coach's mouth enveloped Mikey's cock, the locker room air grew thick with a mix of shock and arousal. The athletes, frozen in place, couldn't believe their eyes as the man who had dominated them for years was now on his knees, serving their star player. Coach's eyes watered slightly as he took in the fullness of Mikey's cock, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions: anger, disbelief, and a strange, unwanted surge of desire. The team's eyes were glued to the scene, some in shock, others in awe, and a few already beginning to feel the stirrings of excitement in their own pants. Mikey's grip tightened around the Coach's neck as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a rhythm that spoke of his dominance. He watched the Coach's expression morph from resistance to submission, feeling a heady sense of power surge through him. With every stroke, he could feel the Coach's resentment turn to need, his tough exterior cracking to reveal the submissive man beneath. It was a sight that would be remembered and talked about in hushed whispers for weeks to come, a moment that cemented Mikey's status as not just the best player on the field, but also the alpha in the locker room. The Coach's mouth worked expertly around Mikey's cock, a silent testament to his newfound role. And as Mikey grew closer to climax, the rest of the team could only watch, their hearts racing with anticipation of what was to come next in this unexpected turn of events.

Mikey's eyes narrowed with determination as he felt the Coach's mouth move in perfect rhythm with his hips, the man's expert technique betraying his own hidden desires. He knew the team was watching, their eyes glued to the spectacle, and he reveled in their shocked gazes. "That's it," Mikey murmured, his voice laced with authority, "take it all, Coach." And with that, he pushed the Coach's head down, forcing him to take his cock to the base. The sound of Coach's gag was muffled by the thickness of Mikey's shaft, and a collective gasp filled the room. Coach's eyes watered and his cheeks hollowed, but his hands remained firmly on Mikey's thighs, keeping himself in place. The tension built to a crescendo as Mikey's grip tightened, and with a final, forceful thrust, he released his load into Coach's throat. Coach, unable to resist, swallowed every drop, his own arousal evident in his flushed cheeks and the bulge in his pants. As Mikey pulled away, he stepped back, allowing the Coach to stand up slowly, his knees wobbly from the intensity of the moment. The locker room remained silent, the only sound being the harsh breathing of the two men in the center of the room. Then, with a smirk that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to meet his gaze, Mikey reached for the Coach's waistband and yanked his pants down, revealing the older man's erection. "Now," he said, gesturing towards the benches, "it's your turn to get what you deserve."

Coach's cock bobbed free, standing tall and proud in the face of his newfound humiliation. Mikey's smirk grew wider as he stepped behind Coach, giving the team an unobstructed view of their mentor's vulnerable state. He pushed Coach roughly towards the benches, causing him to stumble slightly before bending over, his palms flat on the cold, hard surface. The team's eyes were glued to the scene, a mix of shock, excitement, and fear of what might happen to them if they ever crossed Mikey. Without a word, Mikey unbuckled his own pants, letting his cock spring totally free. It was still slightly wet from the Coach's mouth and glistening with precum. He stepped up behind the Coach, aligning himself with the older man's ass. The sound of saliva being spit into Mikey's hand was the only prelude to what was about to happen. Mikey didn't bother with pleasantries; he slammed into Coach with a ferocity that left no doubt as to who was in charge. The Coach grunted, his body tensing up, but he didn't resist. Instead, he pushed back, accepting the punishment, his eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure. The team watched as their Coach, the man who had pushed them to their limits and beyond, was now being used by Mikey like a ragdoll. Each of Mikey's thrusts echoed through the locker room, punctuating the silence with a raw, primal sound. Coach's cheeks reddened, and his breathing grew ragged as he was claimed in front of everyone. The team members shifted uncomfortably, some averting their gazes, others unable to tear their eyes away from the display of power dynamics turned on their heads. It was clear that the locker room would never be the same again, and that Mikey's dominance had just begun to unfold.

Mikey's hips pistoned into Coach, his hands gripping the man's waist tightly as he fucked him with an animalistic intensity that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the locker room. Coach's body jerked with each thrust, his muffled gasps and grunts only adding to the erotic symphony that filled the space. The rest of the team, still frozen in place, watched in a mix of horror and fascination as the scene played out before them. Some of the guys shifted uncomfortably, their own arousal growing despite the unsettling nature of the situation. Mikey's rhythm grew faster, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he neared his peak. He leaned in, whispering into Coach's ear, "Who's the boss now?" Coach's only response was a guttural moan, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. And with one final, brutal thrust, Mikey emptied himself into the Coach, marking his territory in the most primal way possible. The locker room remained silent as Mikey pulled out, the sound of their wet separation echoing in the tense air. He stepped back, allowing Coach to straighten up slowly, his face a picture of both humiliation and unexpected release. The power had shifted, and the team knew it. The era of Coach's unchallenged authority was over, and the reign of Mikey, the locker room's new alpha, had just begun.