I would like to thank everyone for the great feedback and encouragement to keep writing. I had made half of this story already in my head so I would probably not change much in the beginning and just incorporate ideas further into the story.
Reminder: Ty is not a minor, he is 18.
Disclaimer: The humiliation of Ty will go on so if you are not into non-con scenarios this story probably won't be for you. I appreciated the feedback anyways.
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The next day I had a hard time forgetting what happened and was feeling down for most of the day. I should've been relieved my secret was safe but I didn't trust my coach and now I had two secrets instead of one: the buttplug and the blowjob.
I couldn't really concentrate for most of the day. I felt like I was on auto-pilot. My mind often drifting to the humiliation I was subjected or the disgust of the things I had done. I thought I would go through life without sucking a dick, and now I had done it and for an unattractive middle-aged sweaty guy, it was a lot to burden.
After classes I went to Cory's house before practice and since we were alone he took time to ask me about the buttplug experience and make fun of me a little bit.
"How was it? Are you ready to take my dick now?" He said mockingly.
"Fuck off. Your dick is smaller than that tiny buttplug" I answered. Talking about the buttplug just brought me back to what happened and was no fun for me. But since I wasn't planning on letting my best friend know I suck the coach's dick, I just played along for a bit and tried to change the subject.
I was getting nervous of going to practice and how the coach was going to behave after what happened. When we arrive at the lockerroom, my locker was gone; the coach wasn't playing around, he really moved my locker to his office. I got a knot in my throat. I went to his office and there he was, sitting in his chair, with a small grin that got me worried and unsettled. The office was simple, basically just some shelves, a desk, an old rusty office chair, and now my full size locker was in one of the corners.
"Hi, coach. I came for my locker." I said.
"Come on in Thomas, of course." He said as if nothing had happened. Guess that's part of keeping a secret; but I couldn't see him the same way. "Close the door." He said calmly. I did. I was a little scared but also found myself following his orders immediately as consequence of this fear, I knew he had shit over me.
I went directly to my locker and tried to avoid eye contact. I heard his chair squeak and I spotted from my side eye he twisted his chair to watch me directly. He looked hungry, kind of pleased sitting with his legs wide open waiting for me to undress.
I didn't know what I could've said so I just started undressing shyly. Then he said: "You like putting in the buttplug, do it. That's the whole point of this arrangement, for you to have a safe space to do it." I didn't wanted to and I definitely wasn't feeling safe there but I didn't wanted to get in a discussion with him, so I took it out of the locker. I just threw it in the night before, without washing it or anything so it was dirty and smelled like ass and shit. I tried to get out of it by saying, "Oh coach, I don't have any lube, it won't go in like this. Maybe some other time."
"Don't be ridiculous Thomas, I have some lube right here. Come, I'll help you out." The old pervert said while opening the first drawer from his desk.
Reluctantly, I walked to him in my jockstrap and a t-shirt, with the black buttplug in my hand and no idea on how to get out of this. He asked for the buttplug and told me to turn around. I heard as he squeezed the lube onto the buttplug. He told me to grab my ankles which made me feel really vulnerable, showing my asshole to the coach who raped my mouth a day before. I heard another squeeze of the bottle and then I felt his pervert finger lubing my asshole, I wanted him to stop, to get the toy inside me already and let me get out of that damn office.
He played a bit with my asshole before inserting the buttplug, quite roughly. "Done. What do we say?" He asked adding to the humiliation.
"Thank you, coach" I said defeated.
I put on my shorts and got out of there as fast as I could while trying to keep a poker face to the guys just outside the office.
I couldn't believe I was subjected to another hour-long practice with that thing up my butt; and was getting paranoid this might become a daily thing.
I was uncomfortable and afraid that any guy on the field would notice anything weird on my shorts; but most of all I didn't wanted to go back to the lockerroom and change in front of the coach again.
The practice was close to be over when the coach yelled at me in front of the team and belittled me saying I wasn't doing much and that I've been doing the exercises halfway. This was true since I was still uneasy about the buttplug in my ass and struggling to keep it in, specially when making efforts; but still, it didn't felt good to be scolded in front of the whole team.
So I was asked to stay longer on the field just with the coach to make up for lost time. The team left to shower while I was there again to obey the coach.
He made me do some laps and some jumping jacks which were slightly painful. Then he made me do some yoga poses that should 'help me loosen up'. Being the pervert coach he was, he started saying I wasn't doing the positions correctly and he would get closer, touch me and handle me. The worst was when he had me raise my butt and he came from the back and push himself against my ass and buttplug, pushing it even deeper and making me moan in an uncomfortable pain.
You could see he was enjoying having me do whatever he said even if it was only tiring or distressful and not sexy at all. Finally, after a long 45 minutes of physically demanding torture he expressed, "That's enough, let's go shower". Which quickly unsettle me. 'Let's go'? Meaning he was gonna shower with me?
Then it hit me: that was his whole strategy, keep me entertained until the showers emptied and he'll have me alone again. This time the rage and warning gave me time to wake up and tried to defy or avoid him.
We went into his office while the last guys where packing up and he enjoyed watching me strip and take the small dildo out of my naturally hairless ass.
He also stripped which made me sick. He was hairy, fat and gross and his semi-erect purple dick, clearly stirred by watching me, had me very uneasy. It didn't help when he turn to me and said, "You should make the most of the shower and use it to clean this disgusting dildo you had in your boy-pussy" and chuckled like a maniac. I took the buttplug and fastly left the office. I tried to shower as quickly as I could to minimize the window he would have to turn this situation into sexual again or humiliating, at the least.
I get in the shower and let the water pour all over me. Then I, fully embarrassed, cleaned the buttplug with a little soap and leave it near the bar. I was hoping to never have to use it again, but if the coach ever corner me again I rather have it clean than keep using it as disgusting and filthy as it was that day.
So I started cleaning myself when I see the coach enter my eyesight. There are no walls or stalls dividing the showers, and since the water was never even warm there was no steam either. There was nowhere to hide. The coach hasn't approached yet, he was just staring at me. Lustfully eating me with his eyes, and then they began to fondle his dick and balls while trying to make eye contact with me. He would have fed of having me break in front of him, but the fact I was actively avoiding his stare was also building him up and giving him a sense of control.
I was almost done when he slowly got closer and closer. He took some soap and rubbed it in my butt. I took my space and changed of shower head, just finished rinsing and turned it off again. I started walking out when he said firmly, "Wait. Wait for me in my office." With some strength I found, I kept walking as if I didn't heard him. I put on my clothes as fast as I could and I ran to my car and drove home. I was getting back control; or so I thought.
The next day, I woke up not as defeated. I couldn't separate myself completely from the situations that happened to me but now I knew I could escape from them. I figured I could get some of my mojo back in order to get back to the good life I had last week. So on my break I hung out with the guys, talked about plans and parties for the weekend and I flirted a lot with Angela.
Angela was a cheerleader that was really into me in sophomore year, back then she wasn't that hot; but she got thinner, got a boobjob courtesy of her dad and took her braces off by the beginning of senior year. Now, she was really hot and, though I didn't treat her the best back then, a crush isn't gone that easy. So we flirted heavily everytime I wanted to, I just had more competition. Nothing had happened yet, but it was a matter of time.
Getting that kind of positive attention was making me feel better already; like an alpha again. I lost the nervous feeling about going to practice.
I resumed flirting with Angela after classes, I was feeding on it. I got so distracted I arrived slightly late for practice and when I did I found a big surprise. The coach had everyone gather around in the lockerroom. People were giggling and I didn't know what fuck was happening.
"Apparently someone left a buttplug in the showers" explained Sam to me. My heart sank. I totally left my buttplug, I mean, the buttplug on the showers when getting away from the coach.
"This is not bad behavior gentlemen, but it's somewhat inappropriate. Does someone wants to take responsibility for this?" The coach was saying loudly, being discreet but not losing the opportunity to make eye contact with me. Holding the buttplug in the air.
"Come on, if you admit it now and say it won't happen again we can continue without any punishments!" he continued. I couldn't admit it, not in front of everyone. These are guys that bully a guy wearing pink for being a faggot. If I confessed of having a buttplug and using it in school grounds I would lose my friends, I would lose respect, the whole school would have rumors of me and I will also lose Angela. I had everything to lose and nothing to gain. I was in luck Cory skipped practice that day so he wouldn't expose me. The coach ended the speech with, "Fine, you had your time. I will then make an investigation to get to the bottom of this. I'll be talking with some of you and will reveal my findings tomorrow to the whole team and take actions on your dishonesty with me. Thank you gentlemen, now get changed to start practice, you sissies".
I immediately became the afraid mess I was yesterday. The coach knew exactly who it belonged to, he was going to expose me for running away the day before. The comment I heard after the speech didn't help either. 'So, who's the fag?'
I went into the coach's office. The whole office was re-arranged. Now there was nothing in the way from him and my corner. I entered and noticed the furniture relocation and after that noticed him in his chair. He turned to watch the show, with a big grin on his face, legs spread and a tent in his shorts. "Come in, Thomas".
