As Brad Tomkins sat outside coach Phillips office waiting he thought of a strategy. He had been late for practice three times this past week and he knew what that meant. He was gonna be kicked off the wrestling team. He had been warned by the coach before but Brad's problem was he was used to coasting by on his good looks. At 19 years old he still had that good looking boy next door look. Then he had those beautiful blue eyes and that sandy brown hair that fell over his forehead in just the right way. But the thing that got him the most attention, the thing that caused every ones head to turn was his big round ass. And the thing of it was Brad knew the power his ass had over people and he wasn't too proud to use it to get what he wanted.
And that was the strategy that Brad was going to use on Coach Phillips. He noticed the coach staring at his ass before at practice and in the locker room when he was changing. Brad knew all he had to do was wiggle his big butt in the Coaches face a little bit, maybe bend over and the Coach would give him another chance. And in his little blue singlet there wasn't much covered. In fact Brad had such a big ass that he had to have a special one made. The first singlet he had was so tight he almost couldn't get it over his ass. Then one day during his first match it ripped and his big jock covered ass came busting through. Brad was forced to finish the match with his big bare ass hanging out for everyone to see or forfeit his match. He completed the match and won but after that he got a special singlet made with more room in the seat.
The door to the Coach's office opened and Coach Phillips stuck his head out. "Please come in Mr. Tomkins." The Coach pulled his head back in. Brad stood and adjusted himself in his single, it was riding up his huge ass. As Brad entered the office he turned slowly and shut the door behind him. Making sure to bend slightly and stick out his ass for Coach Phillips to see. Which of course he did. Brad then approached the Coach's desk and "accidentally" bumped a stack of papers on the coaches desk knocking them to the floor. Brad apologized and bent down to pick them up. His big melons inches from the Coaches face. Coach Phillips was practically drooling over the kids hot ass. Brad made sure to wiggle it a little. Brad thought to himself,"This is easier than I thought. I have him now." Brad stood and placed the papers on the desk in front of the coach.
"Mr. Tomkins this makes three times this week.", said the coach.
"I know, sir. I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."
"Well you know what this means don't you. You of course will be removed from the team."
"Please, Coach can't we work something out?", Brad asked with a seductive sneer.
"I suppose we could. But you'd need to be punished. And you'd accept whatever I give you as a punishment?", asked the Coach.
Brad nodded yes,"Whatever you say Coach."
"OK then Brad I want you to remove your singlet and get up on my desk on all fours."
Brad expected to Coach to want to stare at his ass maybe even play with it al little but this confused him a bit. "What for, sir?"
"Do as I say, son or your off the wrestling team!"
Brad could see that the coach was serious and didn't want to anger him anymore so he began to undress. He pulled the straps over his broad shoulders and down over his rock hard pecs exposing his chiseled abs. When he got the singlet to his waist He had trouble getting the tight garment over his big butt. Even with the extra room in the seat it still hugged his big globes like a second skin. Brad wiggled his ass trying to get the thin little piece of material off. The coach just watched with interest. Once Brad got it off he stood before Coach Phillips in just his sneakers and jock strap.
"Okay now up on the desk on all fours, Brad.", ordered the Coach.
Brad was hesitant but did as he was instructed. He climbed upon Coach Phillips desk and stuck his big ass out. Not knowing exactly what his coach was going to do. Coach Phillips pulled a ping pong paddle from his desk drawer. He walked behind Brad and gently touched the youths ass. Brad jumped slightly.
"Relax, Brad this won't be so bad. Just take your punishment and you won't be kicked off the wrestling team."
"I don't want to be off the team but I don't think I want this either.", said Brad.
"Well those are your choices off the team or a spanking! Your choice."
Brad thought a moment. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad afterall he figured the Coach would want to play with his ass anyway and this wasn't really too much worse was it. After all he had been spanked before and got through it. "Okay, Sir I'll take the spanking."
"Good.", said the Coach as he raised the paddle. CRACK! The first whack came down hard on Brad's bare ass. He jumped a little. He had been caught off guard. Coach Phillips began spanking first the left cheek then the right back and forth. Brad's big cheeks jiggling slightly with each smack. Brad's ass began to sting as the Coach continued.
Coach Phillips stopped and caressed the young man's ass. It was hot to the touch and turning pink. He then began spanking again. Brad winced. He was starting to feel the pain now.
"Okay spread those legs further apart.", instructed the Coach.
Brad spread his legs as wide as he could and as he did his monster ass cheeks spread wide open exposing some white skin that had not been spanked yet. It also revealed Brad's puckered pink ass hole. Coach Phillips licked his lips as he turned the paddle around and began to massage the outside of Brad's hole with the handle. Brad moaned. The Coach turned the paddle back around and began spanking Brads hole. Brad screamed in pain at having his most sensitive area spanked.
Coach Phillips walked around to the side of the desk and wrapped his arm around Brad's waist as he continued to spank. Brad was jumping all over the desk by now and needed restrained. His big ass was jumping all over the place as he started begging for mercy but the Coach showed none. Then it happened just like the last time. Brad could feel his _c_o_c_k_ growing in his jock. As much as it hurt there was a certain amount of pleasure to it also.
Then Coach Phillips loosened his grip on Brad's waist and took his middle finger and began to tease Brad's hole as he continued to spank. Brad pushed his bubble butt back toward the Coach's finger. The Coach inserted his finger slowly all the while still spanking the beefy wrestler. Coach Phillips pushed his finger in farther as Brad pushed back and rode it. Brad could hardly believe how much he was enjoying this. yes he was in pain but also in ecstasy as his Coach fingered his man pussy.
Brad was moaning loudly now as the coach spanked and fingered him. He could feel himself getting close. Brad knew he was seconds away from cumming in his jock. "Oh, Coach. Yes. That's good.", Brad moaned.
The young man's ass was now a glowing red and burning up. His ass hole was feeling so good and he could hold back no longer. He screamed out,"Coach I'm gonna cum!" With that Coach Phillips began spanking harder and stuck his finger further up the big wrestlers ass.
At that moment Brad exploded in his jock. "OOOHHHHH Yes!!" Brad felt his man juicy fill his strap as the coach continued whacking. Brad was spent and fell down on his stomach on the Coaches desk. Coach Phillips spanked a few more moments as he pulled his finger from Brad's big hungry ass. then he stopped spanking and walked around to the young man's face.
"Okay Mr. Tomkins get up and get dressed. Now!"
Brad jumped from the desk and pulled his singlet back on. His big red ass wiggling as he tried to get it back into the little outfit. His cum drenched jock rubbing all over the front of the singlet leaving a trail of cum all over the front.
"Okay now get out of my office and be on time for practice.", said the Coach. "And if your late again you can expect more of the same."
Brad just nodded his head yes and turned and left the office embarrassed and ashamed. As he did Coach Phillips watched his big round ass bounce in his singlet until the door closed behind him. "That should teach him a lesson.", thought the Coach. "But then again I hope it doesn't. I could do that again."
THE END