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

A Lesson Learned

The Professor, a man of enigmatic allure and absolute authority, summoned Coach to his office with a knowing smirk that hinted at the evening's impending revelations. Coach, a robust man with a penchant for discipline both on and off the field, had no inkling of the erotic education he was about to receive. As he stepped into the dimly lit chamber, the scent of leather and musk filled his nostrils, setting his heart racing and his curiosity piqued. The Professor, clad in a tailored suit that barely contained his desire, gestured to the chair opposite his desk. The air crackled with tension as Coach obeyed, feeling his cock swell with anticipation. The Professor leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he spoke, "Coach, it appears you've been a very naughty boy indeed."

The Professor's words sent a shiver down Coach's spine, as he realized that the disciplinary session he'd been expecting was about to take a very different turn. The Professor's gaze traveled slowly down to the bulge in Coach's pants, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He circled the desk, his fingertips gliding over the polished wood, and came to stand directly behind Coach, close enough that the coach could feel his hot breath on the back of his neck. "You see, Coach," he began, his voice a velvet purr, "I've noticed that your methods of motivation have been... unorthodox, to say the least. It's time for you to learn a new form of discipline, one that I'm quite adept at teaching." His hand reached out, lightly brushing the coach's shoulder, and then sliding down to grasp the thickness in his trousers. "I think you'll find this lesson quite... enlightening," he whispered, giving Coach's cock a firm squeeze before moving away to a hidden corner of the room. He pulled out a leather-bound book titled 'The Kama Sutra of Discipline' and opened it to a page marked with a crimson ribbon. "Tonight, you will be the pupil, and I will be your guide through the carnival of carnality." With a flick of his wrist, he unbuckled his belt, allowing his own sizable member to spring free, fully erect and gleaming with excitement. "Let's begin, shall we?" he said, beckoning Coach with a crooked finger. Coach's heart pounded in his chest as he stood, his curiosity and arousal reaching fever pitch. He knew he was in for an evening of unbridled passion and unyielding dominance from a man who was about to redefine the meaning of 'coach's corner'.

The Professor's touch was like fire, burning a trail of desire through Coach's body as he was led to the center of the room. His eyes widened as he took in the array of BDSM gear laid out before him—whips, restraints, and gags that seemed to whisper dark secrets of pleasure and pain. The Professor's hand guided him to a leather chair, its edges studded with steel, and gently and slowly began to undress Coach exposing his beautiful brown skin and would brush his fingers across his chest and pinch his nipples, making Coach jump and moan. Then, keeping his eyes locked on Coach's eyes, the Professor slowly unbuckles Coach's belt and unbuttons his pants and lets them drop. Coach steps out of them and now he stands there in just is white briefs with his impressive cock struggling to get out. With that the Professor firmly pushed Coach into the chair. Coach felt a mix of fear and exhilaration as his wrists and ankles were secured to the chair, the cool leather contrasting with the heat of his skin. The Professor's eyes searched his, seeking consent, and finding it, he leaned in to whisper, "You're going to learn to crave the very thing you thought was your greatest weakness." With a deft twirl, he picked up a pair of black handled scissors and lowered them to Coach's underwear and proceeds to cut them away from his firm body and then after returning the scissors the Professor turns holding a riding crop and traced it along the length of Coach's cock, causing him to gasp. The first strike landed lightly on the head of his erection, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Coach's breathing grew ragged as The Professor continued to tease and taunt him with the crop, each touch more insistent than the last. He was utterly at the mercy of this enigmatic man, and as the Professor dropped to his knees and took Coach's cock in his mouth, the coach realized that he had never felt so alive. The Professor's expert tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, the soft suction driving him wild as the crop continued to tap against his balls. The Professor's eyes never left his, the pupils dilated with lust and power. Coach's moans grew louder as the Professor's head bobbed, taking him deeper and deeper, until he was on the brink of release. But the Professor had other plans. With a smack of the crop, he pulled away, leaving Coach panting and desperate for more. "Patience," he murmured, "you're not ready to cum just yet."