Dad's Proper Place, Part 12

Changing things up a little in this one.

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Dad's Proper Place, Part 12
C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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"Just wait here, ok?" Rick said as he shut the door to the stall. His dad sat on the toilet, wearing a pair of camo shorts and nothing else. "And pick up your feet. If someone finds you in here, who knows what they'll do."

Alan raised an eyebrow. "I could go for a locker-room gang rape."

"They'd probably think you're a fag and beat your ass." Rick said.

Alan looked down at the floor. Rick grabbed his chin. "Say it.”

Alan smiled a little. "I am a fag."

"That's right. Just follow my instructions, ok?"

"You're sure we're not going to get caught?"

"I told you, I worked it all out with the baseball coach and he worked it out with the custodian. Trust me I know how to get things done."

"What am I supposed to do in here?"

"I don't know, dad. You're going to listen to a couple dozen jocks shoot the shit after they pound their crosstown rivals. I'm sure you'll be beating off before long. Just make sure the you keep quiet. Most of these guys won't take kindly to finding a guy in the stall with his dick in his hand."

Alan looked nervous.

"Quit being such a bitch." Rick said as he walked out of the locker-room. He turned and yelled, "I've got to turn the lights out. Fifteen minutes or so."

Then everything went black.

Rick's instructions were clear. Alan was supposed to wait in here while the guys suited up for the football game. Then he was supposed to wait while they played. Then he was supposed to wait while everyone showered. Then, Rick would find him. He knew that something was planned, and he wasn't sure if it would involve Rick or if some of his friends would be game as well.

The plan made Alan nervous. It seemed like too much risk. Rick promised him that he had a connection with the coaching staff, but Alan wasn't sure.

Outside the office, Rick walked over to the assistant baseball coach's office. Coach Mendez was at his desk as expected.

"You’re going to watch the doors tonight?"

"You're not doing anything illegal are you?"

Rick thought about it. He wasn't sure if what he was doing with his dad was legal or not. If they got caught, legalities would be the least of his worries.

"Just some post-game sex with my girl, coach. Don't worry about it."

"You want me to let her in?" The coach asked. Rick reached out and grabbed Mendez around the back of the neck and pulled him forward. The guy fell to his knees and grabbed the waistband of Rick's pants. Rick dropped into the Coach's chair and smiled.

"No more questions." he sighed, "Just collect your reward."

It was a shame to waste a load, but feeding Mendez was the only way to get him to do what Rick needed him to do. Mendez wasn't so pathetic or miserable to be completely under Rick's spell. He expected to get a taste of it before he was willing to do Rick's bidding. A really good fag would follow his orders in hope of getting at Rick's dick, but Mendez had too much self-respect for that.

The coach was surprisingly easy to turn. Younger guys were no problem for Rick. The gay guys at school were so in awe of his body and popularity that they fell to their knees at the very suggestion of giving Rick a blow-job. Older guys like his dad were also pretty easy. They had repressed their sexuality for so long that it didn't take much for them to give in to their latent urges. But sexy guys in their early twenties gave Rick some problems. They were too confident and often unwilling to debase themselves. In order to turn them, Rick had to put on a show, and he'd laid it on thick with Mendez.

The coach had a habit of showing up after practices for sports that he didn't coach. Rick played baseball in the spring, but Mendez would pop up in the locker-room after football practice too. The coaches shared an office with a big window on the locker-room. Mendez would sit there looking at the guys, and Rick noticed.

Each time Rick glanced over, the coach would quickly turn away. That was a clear tell. Most men didn't mind being seen admiring a guy, especially one like Rick. When they looked away and blushed, it meant that they felt like they'd been caught, and you only feel like you've been caught when you're doing something you shouldn't.

Rick waited for the right moment and seized it when it finally popped up. Mendez was outside of the office, pretending to get a drink. He glanced Rick's way, and Rick sauntered over to him. He was wearing a practice jersey and no pants. Before he walked over he slipped his hard cup back into his jock, adding to the seduction.

"Hey coach, what are you up to?" Rick said as he came close. His skin was sweaty and his body was hot. He knew that the coach was picking up the heat and moisture.

"Not much," Mendez said. "Just, uh, working on some paper work."

"Yeah, getting ready for baseball season, huh?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'm going to see you on the team again this year I hope."

"Oh yeah, wouldn't miss it." Rick said. "Football practice is brutal. Fucking destroys my legs."

The coach didn't say anything about the swearing. Instead he gazed at Rick as he rubbed his hairy inner thigh.

"And this cup, man," Rick said, "Drives me nuts you know?"

Rick grabbed the band of his jock and pulled the cup out. He made sure that the coach got a peek at his pubes before he let the strap slap back against his hard stomach.

"Well, you gotta wear one of those for baseball too," Mendez said.

"Yeah, I know," Rick groaned. He held the cup in his hand. He reached down with his other hand and rubbed the pouch of his jock a bit. His dick was half hard, and he adjusted so that the head pointed forward. "But man, my cock needs to breath."

"Uh . . ." Mendez stuttered. Beneath the thin elastic pouch, he could clearly see the outline of Rick's dick. The ridge of his glans was visible. Fuck, he thought, this kid was hung. He'd caught a glimpse of Rick's naked body in one place or another over the last few years, but he's never had a chance to size the guy up. When he looked up, Rick was staring at him, gazing into his eyes.

"A guy's junk gets a little nasty in all the plastic. Know what I'm saying coach?" Rick reached down and grabbed the sweaty pouch again.  He made sure that it would seem like he was just scratching himself absentmindedly to the rest of the guys.

"Uh . . . yeah . . . Rick." Mendez stuttered.

Rick reached up and patted him on the shoulder. He used the hand he'd been grabbing his junk with. "Gotta go take a shower. See you later coach."

"Yeah, see you later, Rick." Mendez said softly as Rick walked away. The stud's perfect ass bounced as he walked to his locker. Mendez walked into his office and considered jacking off but there were too many people around.

He waited at his desk for people to leave with his eyes closed. He imagined burying his face in Rick's ass, running his fingers under the straps of his jock and pulling that muscular ass back into his face. He'd fooled around with a few guys, always fucking them senseless and feeding them his cum. He'd sucked a cock or two and hadn't much like it. But with Rick, he imagined himself on his knees. It wasn't a conscious decision, it was just the way the fantasy played itself out.

He grabbed his dick and pushed it down the side of his leg, and then cracked open his eyes to see if anyone was around. Rick was standing in his doorway.

Mendez sat up quickly, "Jesus, Rick, you scared me."

"Sorry, I took a while in the shower and everyone's gone now. You're the only one left."

Rick's skin glowed pink from the hot water. His chest was pumped up and bulging from the workout and the veins running over his biceps throbbed. He wore a pair of red nylon shorts and nothing else. A dark thatch of pubic hair spilled out over the waistband and trailed up over his stomach.

"I, was, uh, just sitting here thinking." Mendez mumbled, "Guess I lost track of time."

"Yeah, what were you thinking about?" Rick asked.

"Uh, nothing really. Just work." Mendez said.

"I was thinking in the shower, too. Guess that's why I took so long in there."

"What were you thinking about?" The coach asked playfully.

"Fucking you." Rick said flatly.

Mendez's face turned red.

"I'm not really into dudes, but when a fag like you wants to swing from my dick, who am I to deny him?"

"I'm not . . . I don't" Mendez wasn't even making sense anymore.

"Ok, maybe you're not a fag. But you definitely want to swing from my dick." Rick said. He knew he had the coach. Now it was just a matter of getting the guy to give in. After that, Rick would have him wrapped around his finger.

"I think that you should leave." Mendez said, suddenly finding his voice.

"Nah." Rick said as he took a step forward. "I'm not ready to leave yet."

Rick rubbed his dick a few times and let himself get hard. He felt his rod rising in his pants and knew that it was making an obscene tent in the front of his shorts. It only took him about thirty seconds to get to full mast. It was time to play.

"You're staring again, coach." Rick said. He rubbed his long cock. He was horny as fuck, and there was already a dark spot forming at the tip of his dick.

"Sorry." Mendez muttered.

"It's ok. Why don't you get down there and have a good look."

"Rick, I don't know about  . . ."

"Is this your first cock coach?" Rick asked. It was always better to control the conversation. It kept a guy from talking himself out of it.

"Uh, no."

"Then there's nothing to be afraid of. You're already a cocksucker, it's not like sucking another dick is going to make you more of one."

Mendez sat in his seat, unmoved. Rick walked forward, grabbed the whistle that hung around the coach's neck, and slowly pulled him off his chair. "I'm tired of waiting." Rick sneered.

Rick pressed his crotch into the coach's face. It had been a long time since Mendez had been this close to a dick, and he'd never let another guy control him like this. Even so, his dick was hard, and he was hungry for what Rick was offering. He didn't just want Rick's cock, he wanted the whole package; his attitude, his control, his meanness.

As his slutty side woke up, Mendez pushed his face up under Rick's balls, letting Rick know how much he wanted it. Rick rubbed the back of his head gently.

"Good boy," he said softly, "You want my cock, coach?"

Mendez nodded against the hard dick and muscular thighs.

Rick pushed Mendez away. "Beg for it."

Mendez looked up at him. He had chiseled Latin features with dark hair and eyes. Even Rick recognized how handsome he was. That's why he wanted to put the coach on his knees. The lady-killers, the studs, those were the guys he most enjoyed taking down. They should be in control, they should be asserting themselves, but they were too weak to do it. Up against Rick's dominant, masculine energy, they always caved.

Rick lightly slapped Mendez across the cheek, just hard enough for it to sting. "I told you to beg for my cock."

"Please can I see your cock." Mendez said softly.

"That was the shittiest begging I've ever heard." Rick growled.

"C'mon" Mendez groaned. He didn't want to be humiliated, he just wanted to suck his dick. He leaned forward and licked at the fabric. Rick had to be packing at least 10 inches and his balls seemed huge too. As the coach licked up the long shaft, he whined softly "Please," and Rick responded by rubbing his head. He kept moaning, whining, and softly begging as he licked around Rick's dick until the fabric was wet with spit.

"That's right, whine like a dog." Rick said, "You want this bone?"

Mendez continued to whine. It seemed to be working, because Rick rubbed his hair and talked dirty to him. He didn't like being called a dog, but he wanted this kid's cock and would do nearly anything to get  it. Finally, Rick pulled up the leg of his shorts and gave the coach access to his junk.

As Rick he grabbed his dick and pulled it up, leaving his two large balls hanging in front of Mendez. His sack hung down low between his legs. Rick swung them back and forth and then growled, "Lick my balls, dog."

Mendez sucked his sack into his mouth and started to tongue one of the orbs. Rick yanked away.

"I said to lick it, dog." Rick yelled.

Mendez, worried that Rick would walk away, started to lap at Rick's sack like a dog. His big tongue lifted the balls upward. Soon, Rick's scrotum was dripping with his spit, and his own face was wet and slimy. Rick groaned, getting off on the way Mendez had to chase after his swinging nuts, never quite able to get what he wanted.

"You like those balls, coach? Do they taste good?" Rick said.

Mendez nodded and pressed his forehead up against Rick's cock. That was what he wanted and he couldn't understand why Rick was holding back. What kind of seventeen year old doesn't want a blowjob?

"Lay down on your back." Rick said.

Mendez obeyed, and laid down on the floor. He was now brutally aware of the massive tent in his track pants. It stuck straight up from his waist, six inches higher than the rest of his body. Rick tapped it with his foot. "Someone likes licking balls." Rick smiled.

"Your balls." Mendez said.

"That's what all you fags say, but you'll be sucking on my buddy's balls too. Once you get the craving for a man's nuts, there's no going back."

Mendez wanted to play things out with Rick, just for the experience if nothing else, but he also hoped that after today things would go back to normal. Then, out of nowhere, there was a blazing white pain that silenced his thoughts.

"Stop thinking so much." Rick yelled as he pulled his foot away from the coach's nuts.

Mendez grabbed his balls, which were on fire, and rolled onto his side, groaning. "What the fuck?" Rick laughed, but didn't answer. He pulled his shorts off, and his huge cock slapped against his ridged stomach. A glossy line of precum shined in the light giving his dick an other-worldly glow.

Rick stood over the Coach. As he squatted down, Mendez knew what was coming. Rick's big balls hung over him, but his cheeks spread open and his perfect, tight asshole made it's way to his mouth. He reached up and grabbed onto the muscular ass to guide it down to his mouth. He ran his tongue up and down Rick's crack, licking like a dog. Then, when he had Rick moaning, he locked his lips around Rick's pucker and started to work it, running his tongue around the edge and putting some pressure on it, toying with the entrance.

He knew he had Rick when he felt the stud lose his balance. Rick stepped to the side and had to put a hand down on the floor; a sure sign that he was enjoying things. Sure enough, he finally groaned and said, "Jesus fuck, man, you know how to eat an ass."

Rick pushed down, smothering the coach with his flesh and muscle. Then he leaned forward and dropped his balls into the coach's face.  Rick loved tea-bagging a stud. It seemed so demeaning. Letting a guy drop his balls into your mouth was an act of total subservience. His baby-makers, the source of all his virility and manliness, were in Mendez's mouth, while his ass spread out above him and his taint smashed against his nose. When Rick looked down he saw a stream of precum darkening the front of the coach's pants.

"Lick those balls, bitch. Show me how much you appreciate me. Show me how much you need me to take control."

The coach's tongue was all over his groin, working around the base of his cock and then up the crack of his ass. Rick finally had to admit defeat. He couldn't stroke himself and stay stationary without smashing the coach and ruining the fine oral work he was doing. He got up and sat down at the coach's desk. He leaned back and spread open his legs. When the coach tried to dive into his crotch, Rick kicked him in the chest.

"Who else?" Rick asked. "Who else do you want?"

"Uh. . . " The coach was uncomfortable with the question. If he said too much, he could get blackmailed by the kid or worse. It could end up costing him his job.

"You don't get any more of my cock until you tell me. Who else do you have that fag eye trained on?"

The coach named a handful of guys. Most of them were seniors, all of them were muscular jocks. The fag clearly had a type. "And you want all of these guys to put you in your place and use you like a bitch."

The coach nodded.

"Too bad they've all got girls or they might be willing to lay some pipe in that fat ass of yours. I bet that when a guy's hips slam into those cheeks it feels like he's fucking a girl. If he closed his eyes, he probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference, except for your faggy moans."

The coach was practically drooling. Rick had read him so well that he was essentially powerless. He didn't have anything to say; he'd been completely silenced. He'd never met a guy like this before, a guy that could take over his mind the way Rick could. He barely understood what was happening to him.

"You could be their girl, coach." Rick said, "Do you fantasize about that? Not just about them fucking you, but about them holding you like you're their girl? Kissing you along the neck and playing with your hot chest?"

"Oh god." The coach muttered. Rick wondered if he would be able to get the guy to orgasm just by talking. His dick was leaking all over the floor now. He was on the edge and it wouldn’t' take much more. At the same time, he knew that once the coach shot his load, the spell would be lifted and he would no longer be Rick's willing bitch. He would turn into a whiny, miserable, cunt as the guilt raced through his head.

"You wanna be my girl coach?" Rick cooed. The coach groaned. Rick grabbed onto his ten inch monster and pulled it down from his stomach. Then he pushed the foreskin up the tip so that it filled with precum and puckered up around his glans. "Come here, girl. Show me how much you want it."

The coach crawled forward. His tongue slipped into Rick's hood and he licked up the dog water that had collected there. Then he slipped the dick into his throat, taking at least half of it into his gullet before he had to pull off.

"That's it baby. Show me how much you want to be my girl." Rick said. He let the coach suck him for another five minutes before he decided that he was ready to fuck. He pulled out of the coach's mouth and stood up. The coach looked up at him like a puppy that was about to get a treat. He'd seen the look in girls' eyes before, the desperate need to have a guy like Rick love them, even if they knew that it was just an act. He would do it for girls, pretend to love them, play with their hair, kiss them on the neck, but he wasn't going to do it with a man.

He leaned down and saw the coach's eyes narrow as he prepared to get a kiss from Rick. Instead, Rick spit on his mouth. "You're never going to be my girl. But if you're lucky, I'll let you be my bitch. Turn over and get ready for it."

Rick didn't wait for the message to sink in. He smiled into the coach's disappointed face, then grabbed onto one of his shoulders and flipped him over. Then he yanked off the track pants. Finally, he pulled down his shorts, and spit on the coach's crack.

"You done this before?"

"Yeah, but Rick, we need . . . Aghh!” The coach hollered loudly as Rick tried to push his way in. It was a no go, and it hurt like hell. Rick laughed and stood up.

"I think we need some lube coach."

"Top drawer." Mendez muttered before he realized it was too late. Rick opened up the drawer. There was a bottle of lube, but underneath it there was a bunch of gear sealed in Ziploc bags.

"What the fuck is this?" Rick growled. "Are you stealing our jocks to get off later?"

"Rick . . ." the coach started.

"You are a fag." Rick observed. He dug deeper into the drawer and found a thumb drive. "Are these your favorite beat-off vids?"

"They’re, uh, . . . " Rick tossed the drive onto his pile of clothes.

Rick greased up his long pole and stood in front of the coach, who was still on his hands and knees. "You want this bitch?"

The coach leaned forward and nuzzled up to the base of Rick’s cock, pressing his mouth against his scrotum and licking along the crease between his sack and his leg. He whined softly. Rick pressed his cock against the coach's face and slid it around, leaving a layer of lube on the older man's face. Then he walked behind him, lined his cock up with his hole, and squatted down.

As Rick shoved into the coach, his hand snaked up the man's back to the side of his face. He shoved a few fingers into Mendez' mouth to pry open his jaw and choke him a little. His fingers slid across Mendez's skin because the coach's face was covered with lube. As he hooked his cheek, the coach let out a low grunt.

"C'mon now, Coach," Rick said as he shoved in deeper. "That's not what a bitch sounds like."

Rick continued to fuck him and the coach changed his noises. He was whining now, and moaning like a chick. Rick shoved deep into him again. "That's what a chick sounds like, but you're not my girl coach. You're my bitch."

The coach continued to moan as Rick humped him. He finally pulled his dick out and slapped it against the coach's red, puffy asshole. "You want this cock, bitch?"

"Yes," he mumbled, 'Fuck me Rick."

"Then bark like my bitch when I fuck you."

Rick slipped back into the coach and started to pound him with abandon. He could barely keep his balance as he took the coach's ass doggy-style, and he had to hold him to keep him from collapsing beneath his weight. Mendez started to yip and bark like a dog. It was the most demeaning thing Rick had ever made a man do, and he began to get off on the awesome power he was able to exercise over a man who was supposed to be his superior.

"That's right, you fucking bitch." Rick groaned, "You're a fucking slave to my big cock."

He slammed into the coach a few more times, withdrawing all of his shaft and pushing it back in as fast as he could. He wanted it to hurt.

"Tell me you're a slave to my cock." Rick yelled, "Tell me."

"I'm your slave, Rick" Mendez said as his body rocked back and forth by the increasingly aggressive fucking, "I'm your slave."

"What'll you do for my cock, bitch?"

"Anything." Mendez said, exhausted, as he collapsed onto the tile floor.

"That's right," Rick said. He lay on top of the coach and humped him like a rabbit, bringing himself closer and closer to orgasm. "You'll do whatever I say."

Mendez was whimpering as Rick bit down on the back of his neck and began to unload. He pumped his nut deep into the coach's gut, pushing in as far as he possibly could. His mind went blank as his body took over, and when the spasming finally stopped, he could taste blood. He looked down and saw that he had bitten the coach's shoulder hard enough to break the skin.

Rick rubbed the mark, "Sorry, looks like I got a little out of control." Then he pulled himself off the bigger man and stood over him. Mendez looked up, and for a moment was blown away by the image of this handsome teenager, hard cock glistening in the light, with pumped up muscles that shone with sweat. "Oh fuck." he groaned as he laid his head back on the floor. He felt fucked, literally and figuratively. Sex with a student was not just against the rules, it was illegal.

"Don't worry, coach." Rick said with a smile as he pulled on his pants, "I won't tell anyone that you're perving on the guys in our classes. You just make yourself available, you know, when I need your help with something. Got it?"

The coach groaned and Rick made for the exit. He looked back once at the broken man laying on the floor before he turned the lights off. Too easy, he thought.
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