As with all my stories this one is true. It happen to me when I was in my second year of high school. I was on the junior varsity basketball team. We had lost 5 games in a row and our coach had been giving us a lecture about not practicing hard enough. As usual we sat and listened but it went in one ear and out the other.
The varsity squad was taking to the court for thier practice, so we all went to the locker room to shower up and head home. Once inside the locker room a few of the guys started some horseplay and started snapping towels at each other. Kevin and I were the last two in the showers and of course the last two out. Kevin and I both joined into the play snapping each other with our semiwet towels. The locker room had gotten quiet but we didnt really notice since we both were laughing and popping each other with the towels. As we turned the corner to go to the lockers it hit us why everyone had gotten quiet. There stood Coach Berry.
"What the hell is going on here" Coach Berry said with his deep bass voice. Kevin and I just stood there not knowing what to say. "It seems you two didnt practice hard enough today does it" he said. We both still stood there not knowing how to answer the question. "If you have that much energy left maybe you two should run about 20 more laps, what do you say to that".
I felt my heart beating knowing that he meant what he said. Kevin and I both just nodded. We knew coach never said anything he didnt mean.
"Get out on that court and I want to see you run, now get going." Coach Berrys voice echoed in the locker room. Kevin started toward the locker and coach grabbed his arm. "Where do you think your going son ?" the coach said. Kevin replied "to get dressed sir". Coach Berry just laughed, " I dont think so, I want the varsity team to know that you two have let your team down by not practicing hard enough. So you will run all 20 laps buckass naked."
I could tell by his voice he meant everyword. Coach grabbed us both by the arms and let us out, back onto the basketball floor. The varsity team was beginning their practice and stopped to watch the spectacle. "This is what happens when you dont give 100%" the coach told the varsity team. Kevin and I started off on our 20 lap journey. The varsity team began to hoot and holler at us both. After about 3 laps my _d_i_c_k_ had began to stiffen up. Slapping side to side and up and down. I just knew the other guys were watching and I knew also that if I got a full hardon that every guy in the gym would be making fun of me. Well it wasnt me who the guys noticed first. "Hey coach." I heard one guy yell. "Kevin must like that running, look his peter is hard as a rock." he finished.
I didnt look over to see Kevins _d_i_c_k_ but I knew when I heard the sentence that my own manhood was now swelling to its full potential. And yes the guys of course had to announce to all the other boys in the gym that now my _d_i_c_k_ was hard. The more we ran the more my _d_i_c_k_ began to leak some precum. Bouncing up and down and side to side made some of the precum stick to my leg and leave a trail back to the tip of my _d_i_c_k_head. When we finally stopped running and headed back to the showers coach stopped us and said for us to go into his office.
"You two must like that running, those peckers seem to enjoy it the way they are standing straight out and spitting up a little of that manjuice" Coach said. "Now I am going to finish your lesson." Kevin get over here and bend over this desk, those words rang in my ear. I knew this meant the strap. Coach Berry pulled out the desk drawer and out emerged the black leather strap. Then coach opened another drawer. What could he be getting now I thought. I was not long to find out. He unscrewed the top off of a jar of icy hot. He dipped his fingers into it and spread it all over the end of the strap. Then he grabbed kevin by the back of the neck and forced him down onto the top of his desk. The he told me to go stand by the door. I stood there and from where I was i could see Kevin spread eagle over the desk top. His _c_o_c_k_ was sticking straight down forcing itself onto the side of the desk.
The first swat came down and I could hear the sound of the leather against the skin. I could also hear Kevin moan. Then the second swat and again Kevin moaned. The third swat came down on his left cheek with the end of the strap curling into his crack. Kevin began to grind himself into the desk. From where I was standing it looked as though he were trying to _f_u_c_k_ the side of the desk.
The forth and fifth swats came to rest in the same place, each curling right into the crack of Kevins ass. Then the coach walked over to the other side of Kevin and picked up the jar of icy hot. He once again dipped his finger into the jar. I thought as before he would rub it onto the strap. I was wrong. He ran his finger down kevins crack and onto his balls that were being forced back from the desk by his own _c_o_c_k_. Then the sixth swat and kevin let out a yelp. The seventh swat was right on target, on the right cheek and the tip landed right on Kevins ass hole. Kevin began to buck like a bronco. Then coach gave him the eighth swat and i could see the welts mounting up on kevins lily white ass. Kevin was grinding himself more and more into the desk. The veins in his _c_o_c_k_ were bulging from the strain of it pushing against the side of the desk. I could see precum dripping out of the head of his peter. Then came the 9th swat right down across the middle of his ass.
"Are you going to work harder from now on?" asked Coach Berry. Kevin mumbled something but I couldnt understand what it was. I just kept noticing kevin grinding himself into the desk. Then coach asked the question again. Kevin let out a loud groan. I looked down and saw Kevins _c_o_c_k_ spewing forth load after load of white cum. It was runnig down the side of the desk. I wondered if coach saw it, or what he would say if he did. I didnt wait long to find out the answer to that.
"Ah, you must like to get your ass beat son." coach said. "Look at that _c_o_c_k_ explode, I didnt know so much could come out of such a little pecker" coach laughed. Then with one giant backswing coach landed the 10th swat. Kevin let out a little sigh, but that was it. Coach grabbed him by the neck and raised him up from the desk. " Here take this jock strap and clean up that mess" coach said. I looked on as coach handed Kevin a jock strap. Kevin got on his knees and started to wipe off his manjuice from the side of the desk when all of a sudden he stopped.
"But coach" kevin said, "this is not my jock strap". "NO IT ISNT" said the coach. "Its your friends over there". I then saw my name written on the front of the jock. We had our names written on them so after the team trainer washed them we would know whos was whos. "Now clean up your mess or you will get 10 more licks" said the coach. I watched as kevin wiped the cum from the desk and floor with my jockstrap.
Then the coach motioned for me to come over to the desk. I walked slowly over knowing what was about to happen. I had no more than got 3 feet from the desk when I felt Coach Berrys hand grab my neck and force me down onto the desktop. Kevin was standing by the door now and I knew that he could see my asshold open wide and my own _c_o_c_k_ now straining agaist the deskside.
Coach dipped his fingers into the icy hot and smeared it onto the strap. I lay there anticipating the first swat. Then it came, like thunder I heard the hit. Then like lightning my ass was afire. The second swat came down even harder and I jumped forward. Coach Berry pulled me back and the third swat hit before I was even in place. I let out a scream. Then came the forth hit and once again I let out a scream.
"Dont be such a pussy" coach said. "Your freind over there took his like a man, and you should do the same." The fifth hit landed on my left cheek and the strap curled into my waiting crack and onto my asshole. That icy hot hit the spot and my hole became as though a match were sticking to it. The coach stopped and dipped his finger into the jar of icy hot again. And as with Kevin he ran his finger down along my crack. When it hit my hole I let out a loud moan. But little did I know what was about to happen. Coachs finger ran its way down to my balls. I didnt feel anything at first but after a few seconds my balls began to burn. And burn they did. I now know why kevin was grinding himself into the side of the desk.
The sixth swat came down on my right cheek and as before the tip his right onto my eagerly awaiting hole. Now between the heat on my ass from the strap and the fire burning in my balls I knew i could not hold our for 4 more licks. But what else could I do. The seventh hit came and i jumped forward. Here I was laying all the way across Coach Berrys desk and my _c_o_c_k_ sticking out behind me.
"This looks like a waterpump handle" coach said. He took his calloused hands and grabbed my _c_o_c_k_. "Lets see what happens if you pump it" he laughed. He took my _d_i_c_k_ in his hand and began to move it up and down like the handle on a waterpump. Then he pulled my back into positon for the last three swats. While I was wating for the last three I really began to grind my peter into the side of the desk. It was the only thing I could do because of the fire on my nuts. I could tell it wouldnt be long before I myself was spewing forth my own cum. Before coach could deliver the 8th hit I felt my muscles contract and I felt the hot sticky cum shooting from my _d_i_c_k_.
"Well seems we have another boy who likes getting his ass beat" coach said. Then with 3 quick swats my spanking was over. I lay there feeling the cum still oozing out of my peterslit. Coach opened the drawer and handed me a jock strap. I looked at it and on the front was written "kevin".
"Now clean up your juice and make it quick" coach barked. I looked over at kevin and he just nodded yes. I began to wipe up my spunk from off the side of the desk, and in the floor. After I finished coach took both our jockstraps and laid them on his desk.
"Now tomorrow when we practice" coach said with a smile,"I want you to wear these jocks, and by the way, they wont be washed tonight". Kevin and I looked at each other. "Thats right" coach said..."Just think tomorrow while your getting your jockstrap all nice and sweaty it will mix with your buddys dried cum to make a nice gooey mess. "And let me tell you one more thing" he added " If I ever feel that you are not giving me 100% , the next time you will wear your buddies jock over your head for the entire practice." We knew he meant it too.
The next day at practice Kevin and I both reported to Coach Berrys office to get our jockstraps. Coach watched as we both put them on with some reservations. All that day coach would make sure we worked up a good sweat, and yes before the day was over I could feel a wetness in my jock, and I knew it wasnt from the sweat.