was tortured.

Coach Phillips walked around to the side of the desk. The big man wrapped his arm tightly around Brad's waist as he continued to deliver blow after blow. Brad was jumping all over the desk by now and clearly needed restraint. His reddened ass was bouncing like a pair of basketballs in a big league game. The youngster begged for mercy. Coach showed none.

Suddenly, it happened just like the last time. Brad could feel his cock beginning to grow in the moist pouch of his jock. As much as it hurt, there was also a distinct pleasure to this painful experience.

Coach Phillips relaxed his grip on Brad's waist. A thick, manly middle finger began to tease the boy’s hole. But, the spanking never ceased. Brad eagerly shoved his bubble butt back toward the coach's probing fingertip. The coach slowly inserted his finger, all the while still paddling the beefy wrestler. Coach Phillips pushed his finger in ever farther. Brad began to ride it. He could hardly believe how much he was enjoying this. Yes, he was in pain. But, he was also dizzy with ecstasy as 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 within confines of his jock.

"Oh, Coach. Yes. That's good," Brad cooed.

The young man's ass was now a glowing red and burning with heat. His asshole was feeling so good. Brad 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 into the big wrestler’s rosy rectum.

At that very moment, Brad’s cock exploded in his jock.

"OOOHHHHH, yes!" the hapless athlete cried.

Brad felt volleys of scalding juice fill his strap. Even as his balls emptied into the clinging pouch, the coach continued his whacking.

Brad was entirely spent and fell flat on his stomach across the coach’s desk. Coach Phillips paddled away for a few more moments as he pulled his finger from Brad's hungry butthole. At last, he stopped spanking and walked around to the peer into young man's face.

"Okay, Mr. Tomkins, get up and get dressed, now!" Coach ordered.

Brad jumped from the desk and pulled his singlet back on. He cautiously wriggled his big red ass as he tried to slip back into the tiny spandex outfit. His cum-drenched jock smeared all over the front of the singlet, leaving a trail of cum as evidence of the kid’s guilty pleasure.

"Okay. Now, get out of my office and be on time for practice," said the Coach. “If you’re late again, you can expect more of the same."

Brad just nodded his head, turned and left the office. He felt embarrassed and ashamed.

As the boy exited, Coach Phillips watched his big round ass bounce in his singlet until the door slowly closed behind him.

"That should teach him a lesson," thought the Coach. "Then again, I hope it doesn't. I would really enjoy doing that again!"