COACH FUCKING HIS PLAYER AFTER GAME IN PUBLIC

The heavy wooden door at the back of the sports complex creaked as Coach Zhang pushed it open with his strong, calloused hands. He knew this place well – the old storage room, untouched and forgotten by all. Its perfect seclusion was exactly what he and his star player needed right now.

It was a brisk autumn evening after one of their team’s biggest wins yet. The locker room was abuzz with the euphoria of victory, the battalion of men reveling in their hard-earned success. But amidst the celebrations, Coach Zhang’s eyes were fixated on a single player – behemoth of virility and brimming with youthful vigor.

You, Xianming, the most promising athlete on the team. Your lithe, muscular body was glistening with sweat, your chiseled pecs heaving with each labored breath. As you finished showering and began to towel yourself off, Coach Zhang approached you from behind – his towering presence immediately command your attention.

“Xianming,” his deep voice rumbled from behind you, “meet me outside in 5.”

He didn’t wait for a response, simply turning on his heel and leaving, leaving you to ponder his cryptic words. You knew Coach Zhang was a man of few words, but his intentions were clear. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you hastily threw on a white t-shirt and gym shorts. Every fiber of your being told you to stay, to play it safe. But the rebellious, pent-up urge within you won out as you followed him into the night.

Outside, the college campus was quiet. Students either too engrossed in their studies or their extracurricular debauchery to care about a stray football player wandering the grounds after midnight, a stray thought perhaps of potential sex. As you turned a corner, you saw his tall silhouette leaning against a brick wall, arms crossed. He appraised you with a powerful stare, a small smirk playing across his lips.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Xianming,” Coach Zhang growled as you approached him. “Did you really think you could keep hiding how much you want me?”

His hand reached out and grabbed your chin, roughly tilting your face up to him. “I see the way you look at me during practice…it’s getting harder and harder to resist your temptation.”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding violently in your chest. This was it – Coach’s open invitation to indulge in the forbidden lust between you both. Your eyes locked on his, seeing the same hunger, the same yearning burning in their dark depths. In that moment, there was only one response:

You grabbed his wrist, pang over his powerful hand as you pressed yourself against his taut body.

“Then why resist?”

Coach Zhang’s eyes flashed with primal desire. His hands surged up your t-shirt, calloused fingers tracing the ridges of your abs. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning across your ear.

“This will be your punishment for teasing me so fucking much…but it’s the only way I know how to put you in your place.”

You had no time to respond. His mouth crashed against yours in a brutal, bruising kiss – his tongue delving deep, staking its claim. One hand fisted in your hair, wrenching your head back to expose your neck. He proceeded to attack the sensitive skin there with teeth, lips and tongue – biting, sucking, marking you as his property.

Desire raged inside you, burning away all hesitation. You needed this – craved it. Your hands clawed at his clothes, desperate to remove every barrier between your bodies. Coach Zhang chuckled darkly, low in his throat.

“Not yet, Junge,” he breathed against your ravaged neck. “I’m in control here.”

His hands moved down to grope your ass, squeezing the taut globes harshly before one hand slid between your legs. He stroked your hardening cock through your shorts, the thin material doing little to hide how much you wanted this.

“Look at this fucking cock. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he rasped. “By the time I’m through with you, this pretty ass will only be fit for my dick.”

Your knees nearly buckled at his filthy words. Fuck, the way he spoke to you – it made you feel dirty, used, and utterly owned. You only hoped you could survive his onslaught of masculinity. With shaking fingers, you started to undo his belt…