As Brad Tomkins sat waiting outside Coach Phillips’ office, he thought of a strategy. He’d been late for practice three times this past week and he knew what that meant. He was going to be kicked off the wrestling team. The coach had warned him before.

Brad's problem was he that was used to coasting by on his good looks. At 19, he still had that good-looking boy-next-door look. He also had beautiful blue eyes and 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 everyone’s head to turn, was his big round ass. Worse yet, Brad knew the power his ass had over people and he wasn't too proud to use it to get what he wanted.

That was the strategy Brad was going to use on Coach Phillips. He’d noticed the coach staring at his ass during practice and in the locker room when he was changing. Brad knew all he had to do was wiggle his big butt in the coach’s face a bit; maybe even bend over some and the Coach would give him another chance.

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 uniform made. That first standard singlet was so tight he almost couldn't get it over his ass. Then, 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 opened and Coach Phillips stuck his head out. “Please come in, Mr. Tomkins," came the terse request.

The coach pulled his head back. Brad stood and adjusted himself in his singlet. It was riding up his huge ass. Brad entered the office, turned slowly and shut the door behind him. The boy made sure to bend slightly and stick out his ass for Coach Phillips to see. And, of course, he did.

Brad then approached the coach's desk and "accidentally" bumped a stack of papers on the coach’s desk, knocking them to the floor. Brad apologized and bent down to pick them up. His big boy melons were just inches from the coach’s face. Coach Phillips was practically drooling over the kid’s hot ass. Brad made sure to wiggle it a little for added effect. Brad thought to himself, "This is easier than I thought. I have him now." Brad finally stood and placed the papers on the desk in front of the coach.

"Mr. Tomkins this makes three times this week that you’ve been late to practice!" the coach bellowed.

"I know, sir. I'm sorry,” replied the anxious athlete. “I don't know what to say."

"Well you know what this means, don't you?” asked the coach. “You will be removed from the team."

"Please, Coach, can't we work something out?" Brad begged with his best seductive sneer.

"I suppose we could,” answered the coach archly. “But, you'll need to be punished. You’ll accept whatever I give you as a punishment?"

Brad quickly nodded, "Whatever you say, Coach."

"Okay then, Brad. I want you to remove your singlet and get up on my desk on all