Training the Trainer Pt. 03

Part III - Team Spirit

ATTN: All characters are purely fictional. All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story contains themes of reluctance and non-consent.

When I'd gotten home, I'd removed my plug and jumped straight into the shower. I wasn't sure exactly how much time I'd spent washing every nook and cranny of my body, but it had definitely been a while. At one point, as I was taking care to clean in and around my chastity cage, I just broke down and sobbed. I felt so disgusted with myself, and yet, there was also something else.

Frustration, maybe? The minute I'd pulled my plug free, my cock had immediately tried to stiffen inside my cage. In fact, if I thought about it, when Sadie had been using her strapon, my cock had been trying to get hard too. Plus, my balls, which had been constricted by the cock-and-ball ring of my plug, felt full and very uncomfortable. Was I ... was I getting blue balls? Was I fucking horny?

The thought made me shiver. I'd been abused, violated, treated like a little sissy toy. Fucked, even. How could I be fucking horny? It didn't make sense. Still, the only thing I seemed to want to do was jerk off. I needed desperately to feel some kind of release. But obviously the chastity cage made that impossible.

All these emotions, along with general soreness from having my throat and ass fucked raw, meant I hardly slept at all. When I woke the next morning, I unsurprisingly had another 'good morning' text waiting for me from Lauren.

"Good morning, Kenzie! I'm sure you slept well, thinking about all those yummy cocks you sucked. Hopefully you didn't get too turned on thinking about Mr. Wheeler popping your precious sissy cherry. Please be sure to bring your make up with you to school today. No need to bring an outfit though, so dress as you like. I literally cannot wait. XOXO - Mistress"

I groaned. My life was so out of control and clearly, whatever had Lauren excited was only going to make it worse. I felt almost numb as I started to get ready in my crummy studio apartment. Thankfully, I tended to keep some lotion on hand for when I liked to jerk off, so I was able to use that for lube to pop my butt plug back in. The bulb on the end sank into my ass with a slight sucking sound, and I quickly looped the silicone bands back around the base of my caged cock, then behind my balls.

As usual, this forced my ball to protrude forward. Fuck, they ached so bad. Did they look swollen? I wasn't exactly sure, but it sure did look like my balls were a bit bigger than usual. Maybe it was just the fact they were being forced up, but I wasn't sure.

Throwing on my usual polo and khakis, I headed out the door. The drive to Westmill took less than twenty minutes, and within thirty minutes I was walking into my office in the team room. The plug shifted uncomfortably in my ass with every step, but I tried not to show it. As I flipped on the light and turned toward my desk, I squealed and nearly leapt into the air.

Lauren and Sadie were both sitting, criss-cross applesauce, on one of the training tables.

"Good morning, slut," Sadie called hardly bothering to look up, before I could even shut the door.

I hurriedly pushed it closed. Just as it shut, I turned the lock. I needed to make sure no one could barge in unannounced.

"Good morning, Kenzie," Lauren said, uncrossing her legs and hopping off the table. She took her time walking toward me.

"Lauren, what the fuck are you guys doing here?" I whispered. "You can't just be in my -"

The slap sent me stumbling sideways into the wall. I hadn't even seen it coming this time. Fuck, it stung.

"How many times must I remind you, you stupid sissy whore," Lauren seethed through clenched teeth. "You are to call me mistress. This will be the last time you make this mistake, and you will NOT make it again. If you do, I promise, you will not like the consequences."

"Yes, mistress. I won't -"

A second slap took me by surprise and this time I sank down against the door. Tears sprang to my eyes immediately, as Lauren squatted in front of me, at eye level.

"I don't like doing this Kenzie, but I need to get it through your pretty sissy head," her voice was softer now, as she extended a hand to caress my cheek, which must have been bright red. I flinched at her touch, tears leaking from my eyes. Lauren's tone truly softened then. "There, there, Kenzie. Don't cry, little sissy. Mistress is all done. No more discipline. Here, I know what will make you feel better."

Lauren wiped a tear from my eye as she stuck a hand into the pocket of her jeans. The butt plug inside me came to life with a steady hum, as the familiar pulsing sensation of the bulb expanding and contracting in my ass soon had me gasping.

It was proving hard to cry, with Lauren gently stroking my cheek and patting my hair, as the vibration and the pulsing increased in intensity. A few moments more, and I was breathing hard, as the sensation in my ass - the familiar aching pressure - steadily grew.

Lauren stood. "There we go. There's our girl," she smiled down at me.

"Knock it off, Lauren," Sadie called, having taken a new position sitting with her feet up on my desk. "You're going to make the stupid slut cream her fucking pants."

A heartbeat later the pulsing and the vibrations in my ass ceased. It took me a moment to catch my breath. I was starting to get real light headed for a minute there, as that strange sensation had washed over me again.

"Oh, relax," Lauren said, turning to Sadie. "Little Kenzie here isn't THAT sensitive. I mean, she probably came with Mr. Wheeler's cock up her sissy cunt yesterday. She wouldn't be all worked up again already. Would you, Kenzie?"

I didn't answer. I was still too busy catching my breath. I hardly noticed that Lauren had returned to squatting in front of me again. Her face was now concerningly close to mine.

"Kenzie," she said, her voice serious once again. "You did cum on Mr. Wheeler's cock, didn't you?"

I wasn't sure what to do, so I just told the truth. "Uh, no mistress."

Lauren just stared at me for a moment. "Are you lying to your mistress?"

"No mistress," I said, fear welling inside me. The last thing I wanted was for Lauren to think I was lying to her.

"Of course she isn't fucking lying," Sadie said, hopping up and coming to squat next to Lauren.

"Sadie," Lauren said, turning to stare skeptically at her friend. "She was practically dripping on your fucking strapon. We had her all nice and worked up. She's been caged almost all week. Hell, even sucking Sean's cock had her dripping like a slut. Granted there was a plug involved. Still, she would have to have been going crazy with Mr. Wheeler's cock up her ass-pussy. There's no way she didn't squirt out a little sissygasm."

"Oh, I bet she didn't," Sadie said with confidence, a knowing smile on her lips. "Did you, slut?"

"No mistress, Sadie," I said, not understanding the confusion on Lauren's face.

"I've got a little theory about our dear sissy Kenzie," Sadie said, standing once again. As usual, she towered over me. Her auburn hair was up in a high ponytail. "When it comes to toying her little ass, she has no problem getting lost in the pleasure. She gets a nice little feeling that just builds and builds, but we've never really let her go over the edge, so she hasn't gotten to squirt her little sissy load.

"SOMEBODY," Sadie continued, eyeing Lauren, "wanted poor Kenzie so worked up that she came on the first cock we let fuck her ass. But, I think our little sissy here is suffering from a bit of a mental block. Something about a real cock, whether its in her mouth or fucking her tight little ass-pussy, is just so degrading that she can't get get herself over the finish line. I noticed it when I was pounding her with my strapon. She should have been squealing away, cumming while she took it up the ass, sucking down cum in that gloryhole. But she didn't. Now, either my technique is shit... which it isn't... or Kenzie her is a real prude."

Lauren seemed to think for a moment, before she too stood. She eyed me intensely. "I see."

There was a long pause, while the two girls simply stared at me. I shifted uncomfortably, on the floor, not sure if I should get up or stay where I was. I opted to just keep still.

"Well," Lauren finally said. "The only way to deal with a prude, mental block or not, is brute force. Which, as it happens, is rather fortunate, given what we have planned for this afternoon."

I had a sinking feeling deep in the pit of my stomach that I was about to have another terrible day.

"Awh, she looks so nervous," Sadie said, noticing my fear.

"No need to be nervous, Kenzie," Lauren said, almost reassuringly, as she took a step toward the door. "Part of the fun of training a little sissy like you is watching as you realize you really are the slut we say you are. Now, to business. There is a backpack in the bathroom," Lauren gestured to the small private bathroom in the team room. "As you may know, the volleyball team is traveling to an away game this afternoon. Which means that unfortunately, Sadie and I will not be here to play with you today. However, we are going to leave you in some very capable hands."

My heart started pounding. They were going to leave me. With someone else. Fuck, this was bad.

"Don't worry," Lauren said. "They won't know who you are. So long as you do what we say, as always. You're to obey them, just as you would obey mistress Sadie or myself. Don't give them any trouble. Of course, we want to introduce you personally and show you off, so to that end ... the backpack ... at the end of fourth period, go to the football locker room, down at the field house. Once you're there, change out of your clothes and put on everything in the backpack. Everything. Then, follow the make-up tutorial I'm going to send you. Once you're all prettied up, you're to stand in the middle of the room, eyes closed. Understand?"

Mortified as I was, there was really only one answer. "Yes, mistress."

I hadn't waited for the end of fourth period. Not wanting to be spotted heading down to the field house, I'd grabbed the backpack early and left my office. The field house was well apart from the rest of the school, just past all the athletic fields. Thankfully, from my office, it was only about a five minute walk.

This time of day there should be no coaches or players milling around, so I should've been able to sneak in undetected. Thankfully, everything went according to plan and within ten minutes I was making my way into the football locker room. Setting down the backpack and getting started, I once again decided to do my make up first, so as not to get any on the outfit.

The video that Lauren had texted me was entitled, "Game day Make-up Tutorial" which seemed to involve some bronzer and concealer, along with some rather sparkly lip gloss. All of this was in the make up kit the girls had provided. Of course, the video finished with a quick pigtails tutorial, which I was used to by now. Thankfully, the kit also had some hair ties included.

Makeup done, I got undressed while hiding in one of the locker room stalls, just to be on the safe side. As I unzipped the bag, I became confused. There seemed to be a bundle of blue, silver, and white fabric. Taking it out, I quickly realized what it was, and swallowed hard.

This had to be a fucking joke. A cheerleading uniform?

The backpack contained a royal blue and white cheer skirt, which would likely barely cover my ass, along with some silver spandex bloomers. The cheer top was mostly a mix of royal blue, and white, with the word 'EASTERN' written across the chest in silver lettering. Eastern was Westmill's main rival. Where the fuck had the girls gotten this uniform?

I hesitated to put it on, but realized that Lauren and Sadie could be arriving at any moment to 'show me off' to whoever they were leaving in charge. Not wanting to disappoint them and earn myself more punishment, I dressed hurriedly. Once the uniform was on, I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and once again marveled at how much like a high school girl I looked. With my frame, I might really have been a cheerleader.

Digging through the bag, I found a few more items. There was a pair of crew socks in royal blue, with the words "CHEER" imprinted in white just above the ankle. I slipped these on, along with a small silver and glittery clip-on bow that had been left for me. There were also a couple peel and stick tattoos of the panther claw emblem of Eastern, which I figured I was supposed to put on my cheeks. Finally, at the bottom of the bag, was a pair of Nike cheer shoes that were only slightly too small. But I managed to slip them on and get the laces tied.

A good thing too, because just as I was taking my place in the room, I heard the door open and Lauren's voice echoed through the room.

"Trust me," Lauren was saying. "You're going to love her."

Jumping into place, I squeezed my eyes shut. A second later I heard several sets of footsteps come around the corner. Lauren and Sadie no doubt, but who was the third? Was it just three? There was no way for me to tell.

A moment later, I heard a voice I thought I recognized, but couldn't place. "OH MY GOD! She looks so cute!"

"Doesn't she," Lauren said, agreeing.

Then Sadie barked. "Eyes open slut."

My eyes flicked open and took in the room. Lauren and Sadie were standing there, as expected, but there was a shorter blonde girl standing between them. She was cute, petite. In fact she probably was a pretty good reflection of what I looked like right now.

It took me a moment to place her, but once it clicked, I knew. Her name was Chelsea, and she happened to be the senior captain of the cheer squad. I was instantly mortified, but tried my best not to show it, as, given that yesterday I'd spent the afternoon sucking cocks in a gloryhole, this was seeming not so bad.

"Oh my god, Kenzie," Chelsea was squealing. "You look like such a little cheerleader. The boys are going to fucking love you."

"The boys?" I said, reflexively before thinking. Realizing that I hadn't yet known if I should speak, I looked to Lauren. "I'm sorry mistress," I said in my most girlish voice.

"Wow," Chelsea cooed. "She is a submissive little sissy isn't she?"

"We're working on her," Lauren replied. "She's still early in her training. Which, coincidentally, is where we could use your help."

"Is that right?" Chelsea asked.

"Yes," Lauren said smoothly. "You see, little Kenzie here has a bit of a hang up. Apparently, she's all pent up, just bursting to have a cute little sissygasm, but she can't cum on a real cock. Toys could probably get here there, but we want our precious Kenzie to really embrace her sissy self. No better way to do that than cumming with a real man's cock pounding her ass-pussy. Obviously, we want to nip this issue in the bud as early as possible. So, we thought we'd apply a little brute force. A certain ... quantity AND quality approach, so to speak."

"Ah," Chelsea said. "That's why you're letting us use her for the pep rally."

"Yes," Lauren replied. "That and, well, we want the team to beat Eastern on Friday night, don't we?"

I was standing there, in total silence and complete shock. What the fuck were they talking about? A pep rally? We hadn't had a pep rally since I'd started working at Westmill. As far as I knew, the school hadn't really had one since the eighties. Chelsea must have noticed my confusion, because she giggled.

"Should I fill her in?" Chelsea asked Lauren.

"Be my guest," Lauren replied, smiling. Sadie was smiling at me as well, which was never a good sign.

"Well, you see Kenzie, before every game of the season, the football team gets together for what we call a pep rally," Chelsea began. "It's probably not what you're imagining. In fact it's probably way different. Usually, what happens is me and the rest of the squad get together to let the boys blow off some steam, ya know, settle those nerves. That of course means that they have to blow their loads, as well. Handjobs, blowjobs, fucking. Really whatever gets the team going, we as the cheer squad see as a responsibility. Now, because we don't have as many cheerleaders as we do players, usually we limit these little gatherings to the seniors, mostly starters and star players."

"But," Chelsea said, getting truly excited now. "Every now and then, when we have a really big game, like we will against Eastern this Friday night, we get the whole team involved. Now the cheer squad loves to fuck, but nobody wants to take that much cock. So we typically ... hire out for those. Naturally when Lauren and Sadie started telling me about you, well, I thought, no need. She'll be perfect. Stealing an Eastern uniform was just icing on the cake. Now, you can dress and act like the perfect little sissy cheer slut. Really help to relieve the team of all that pent up angst."

I was dumbfounded. Truly, dumbfounded. Gang banged. They wanted me to get gang banged. By the football team. I wanted to bolt right then and there, but one look from Lauren told me that wasn't an option.

"She'd be happy to do it." Lauren said coldly. "Won't you, Kenzie?"

I almost said no. I could still run, after all. Sure my life would be over, but that had to be better than this, right? I started to form the words. To tell her no. But I found myself saying something else instead. "Yes, mistress."

"Wonderful!" Chelsea clapped. "Of course, we'll want to get you nice and ready for the team. I'll take care of that. Anything special I need to do, apart from that?"

"Yea," Sadie piped up. "Make sure to film it and send the video our way."

"Sure thing," Chelsea said.

"One more thing," Lauren said. "Do not let her leave until she cums. I don't care how long they go at her. Our little Kenzie needs to learn that a real sissy cums from her ass-pussy."

"No problem," Chelsea said, a little too enthusiastically. "Well then, Kenzie, let's get you ready."

It turns out that 'getting me ready' meant tying me down to one of the benches in the team room. Chelsea had me lay down on my back, with my head hanging off the bench. She then had me hang my arms down, so she could loop a length of rope and tie my wrists together under the bench. Next, she wrapped a few lengths of thick rope around my waist to keep me in place. Then, she had me lift my hips.

She slid a small foam pad under my ass, to make me more comfortable, though I suspected that raising my hips was going to give the team a better angle to fuck my ass. Finally, she had me raise and spread my legs, taking a hold of each ankle, she opened my legs wide, and tied a secure loop just above my socks. She pulled until my feet were level with my shoulders, before fastening the two ends of rope together under the bench.

"There we go," she said, exhaling. "You're pretty flexible. The boys will love this position. Just a few finishing touches. First, let's cut these bloomers."

With that she pulled a small pair of scissors and cut a hole in my bloomers, before ripping them down the seam. My asshole was completely exposed, but so was my chastity cage.

"Uh, mistress Chelsea," I started to protest, staring down at my caged cock.

She seemed to guess my objection. "Oh, don't worry, Kenzie honey," Chelsea said. "The boys know you're a little sissy whore. Your caged clit won't bother them. They are, however, very curious as to WHO you really are. A lot of bets going around as to which fucking nerd Lauren and Sadie managed blackmail into this shit. I'll admit I'm fairly curious myself, but they said if we tried to find out, we'd lose our toy. Oh well, rules are rules."

Chelsea walked away and came back a few seconds later. "Alright, last thing." With that, she produced a small still ring, attached to what looked like a buckle. "Open wide. This will keep you from trying to close your mouth. Or worse, chomping down on some poor guy's cock."

I shook my head, but she quickly pinched my balls, which caused me to squeal and gave her enough room to force the ring gag past my teeth. A moment later she had it secured tightly behind my head.

"Good girl," she whispered in my ear. "Now, I am going to start rubbing a lot of lube into your ass-pussy. Don't worry. I won't play with you ... too much."

Chelsea was not quite a liar. She did spend the next few minutes rubbing a truly insane amount of lube inside my ass. She did, however, spend quite a bit of time doing what I considered to be some unnecessary fingering. At one point, she had me basically on the edge, a tingling sensation swelling in my ass, before she removed her fingers.

"Well," she said, wiping the excess lube on a towel. "Are you ready to show some school spirit, Kenzie?"

Chelsea had the decency to blind fold me as the team began to file in. Had I seen how many people were in the room before we got started, I might have had a panic attack. Judging from all the voices, both football players and cheerleaders, I was guessing the crowd was massive. There was music and talking, and what sounded like some drinking too. Though, almost no one was paying me any attention.

I wasn't sure what I expected. A little more ceremony, or at least some acknowledgement that I existed. It was almost ten minutes before I even felt someone touch me. But once they had, everything began in earnest. A pair of hands, big hands, came to rest on the back of my thighs, as something warm and fleshy, pressed up against my asshole.

The party around me didn't stop, nor was there a noticeable drop in activity. I was just ... being fucked. Right there in the middle of the room. In front of everyone. And apparently it was normal. Well, normal to everyone but me.

I was still blindfolded, but I recognized the sensation of a cock pushing past my sphincter. I groaned around the ring gag, which was unfortunately causing me to drool on myself quite a bit. Having a cock shoved inside me again didn't hurt nearly as much as the first time. Probably thanks to Chelsea's efforts at lubing my hole.

Still, it was uncomfortable as whoever was fucking me settled into a rythum. They were big, as far as I could tell, and their cock pumped in and out of me rather quickly. Clearly they were anxious to get started. A few more thrusts and I felt a familiar warm, wet, sensation in my ass.

As the first cock popped out of me, there was some shifting on the bench, and a second cock entered. This one was shorter than the first, but a bit wider. A minute later I felt that same warm sensation, as a much thicker load was blown in my ass.

Then someone grabbed my head. Both hands clamped around my pigtails, as they pulled my head back to hang off the bench. Strange, I hadn't realized I'd been trying to sit up. I felt something poke my cheek, then quickly redirect into my mouth. Thanks to the ring gag, I couldn't really suck the cock in my mouth, but whoever it was decided they didn't really care, as they went straight to pounding my throat.

I gagged, squirmed, as spit and saliva came pouring from my mouth. I could feel bubbles forming in my nose. At the same time, a third cock slipped into my ass. There was groaning. The third cock was much bigger than the first two, but gave me no time to adjust. Not that I could have, with a cock pounding into my throat.

"Fuck she's tight," someone groaned.

"Dude, you should try her throat," someone else said.

"Fuck her good. Fuck that little Eastern cheer whore." another voice shouted.

There were cheers of approval at this, as the party went on. Of course, they knew I wasn't really an Eastern cheerleader. But I might as well have been. As the cock in my mouth began pumping its load down my throat, the one in my ass picked up the pace. The player using my mouth decided to pull out and shoot the last few ropes of his load onto my face. My mouth wasn't empty long though, as another cock thrust in and I was once again being spit-roasted.

Suddenly, my blind fold was ripped off, and my vision steadily came into focus. My face was coated in cum and spit, so it was hard to really make anything out, but I could vaguely see that there were dozens of players lined up to fuck both of my holes. Dozens more were patiently waiting their turn.

The entire football team was in the room. For a moment, I thought I even saw a coach or two milling around. But I couldn't focus on anything for long. One after another, cocks fucked my ass and my throat. Load after load was pumped inside me, both deep in my hole and right down my throat into my stomach.

I didn't know how many loads I had taken. I lost count somewhere around twenty, and the number kept climbing. Time passed and I began to disassociate, as my throat and ass were used relentlessly. At one point, I had so much cum on my face, I might as well have been wearing a blindfold.

A soft voice brought me back to reality.

"Good girl, Kenzie," Chelsea was whispering to me. She'd used a towel to wipe a large portion of the cum from my face. "You're doing so good, little sissy. Every player on the team has blown at least one load in you. Some have done two. That's a lot of team spirit!"

I could only moan in response, my throat was too raw to speak. I could still feel someone thrusting away in my ass, but funnily enough, my mouth was unoccupied. I started to feel some relief at that, but then Chelsea started talking.

"Now, we're not going to use your mouth anymore, so I'm going to take the ring gag out, okay?" Chelsea reached down and unfastened the straps.

Slowly she worked the gag out and I could once again shut my jaw. It ached terribly, but being able to open and close again felt amazing.

"There we go!" Chelsea said, far too peppy for my liking. "We're not quite done though Kenzie. Lauren was very clear. You need to learn to cum from your ass-pussy. Unfortunately, most of the boys have already gone home, but a few dedicated volunteers have agreed to stay behind to help. They're going to focus only on your ass."

"I have to say," Chelsea continued, "I was pretty shocked you could take SO much cock and all your little clitty would do was leak. But don't you worry. We've got some real manly cocks to take care of you, and make you squirt like the sissy you are. You just lay here and think about how good a real man's cock feels in your bitch-boy ass-pussy, okay?"

I don't know why, but I nodded. In a complete daze, I happened to glance up and instantly recognized most of the players gathered around my ass. The three standing around, slowly stroking their cocks were DeMarcus, a star linebacker, Anthony, one of our defensive linemen, and Tyler, one of our tight ends. The boy currently pumping his cock in and out of my ass was Nate, another defensive lineman. Chelsea wasn't lying about how 'manly' their cocks were either. I could literally feel Nate stretching my hole with every thrust. He must've been huge. The others were also packing some serious dick as well. And all of them were going to fuck me.

Fuck, they probably already had.

There was one more person I recognized, standing just over Nate's shoulder. The team Head Coach, Al Thompson was watching his players plow my hole with intense scrutiny. He seemed to be offering encouragement, coaching Nate through the process of trying to make me squirt.

"Come on Alderman," Coach Thompson was saying. "Harder. Faster. Don't you fucking quit on me. Make that little sissy squirt. Fuck her little p-spot."

"I'm trying Coach," Nate groaned, picking up speed.

He was really hammering me, driving his cock deep with each thrust. I could faintly start to feel some pressure building, which made me go a little slack jawed, as I seemed to sink into myself. But no sooner had the feeling started than it was gone, as Nate blew a load deep in my ass.

I didn't even want to imagine how much cum was inside me right now.

DeMarcus took the next turn, driving all eight inches of his rather girthy cock inside me. Again, I felt the faintest bit of pressure, but lost it as he blew his load in less than two minutes. Anthony and Tyler had no better luck, for which I was grateful.

I slumped back onto the bench, grateful that at last it was finally over. At least that's what I thought. Right up until Coach Thompson straddled the bench and dropped his pants. What must have been ten inches of the thickest cock I'd ever seen sprang out of his boxers.

"Alright, boys," he said. "Watch how a man handles a little fucking Eastern sissy cheer slut. Let's fucking go."

With that, he thrust into me. I let out what was unmistakably a moan. He was so ... fucking ... big. So deep. It was intense. Too intense.

"Fuck her coach!" DeMarcus called.

"Make that slut fucking squirt, coach," Nate added. There was some more encouragement from the players, but all of it became background noise as Coach Thompson began a series of long, deep thrusts, angling his hips for maximum depth. As he found a rhythm, he grabbed my ankles and began to push them further back, so that my feet were practically next to my head. I could literally see my cheer shoes in my peripheral vision. He was literally standing over me, driving his enormous cock down into me. With each thrust, he pulled almost his entire length all the way out, before slamming it back inside me.

In less than a minute the sensation in my ass was building and I started to breathe in short ragged gasps.

"Here she comes," Coach Thompson said smiling, as you used most of his considerable bulk to pound me so, fucking, deep. "That's the face we like to see. Moan for me sissy."

"Oh my fucking god," Chelsea was saying, still kneeling next to me.

My mind seemed to be going fuzzy as small waves of pleasure radiated out from my ass. My breath was coming in truly shallow gasps now. Something was building. It was like... it was like ... oh, fuck was I about to ... to cum?

Coach Thompson must have seen it on my face, because he picked up the pace. "Cum for me, sissy slut. Cum for Coach! Let me fucking here."

"Oh, fuck," I squeak. "Fuck, coach."

I don't know why I said it, but at that particular moment, I didn't care. A waive of pleasure exploded outward from my ass, washing over my whole body. My legs shook, my ass spasming, clenching around his cock. I could see my feet literally shaking, as my toes curled in my cheer shoes and my eyes rolled back. A sensation like nothing I had ever experienced took complete control. My eyes went wide, just in time for the first, watery spurts of cum to explode from my caged cock, right across my own face.

Because of how Coach had spread me open, my own cock was pointed directly at my face, and my orgasm seemed to never end. Spurt after spurt after spurt rained out of my cock, as the pleasure didn't cease, but kept building. Eventually, after what felt like minutes, the tide slowly stemmed, and I regained some small piece of myself. But it didn't last.

"Oh, we aren't fucking done," Coach Thompson said, sweat beeding on his face.

A few moments later, a new wave of pleasure was building, only it crested much more quickly. Once again spurts of watery clear cum sprayed from my caged cock. Only this time I had the misfortune of having my mouth open. The pleasure was so intense I couldn't think straight enough to close it, before my brain just decided to swallow my own load.

As my second orgasm subsided, a sort of clarity began to settle in and I really took stock of the situation. Just in time for Coach Thompson to bury his full length inside me, and empty his load, so deep in my ass I could barely feel him squirting. The only way I knew he'd come inside me was the timely pulses of his cock.

Horror flooded me, along with an intense feeling of shame. I'd just cum from being fucked in the ass. I'd just fucking squirter ... had the best orgasm of my life, from being fucked by our high school football coach. Me. A guy. A fucking trainer. Someone who worked the football games, right there on the sidelines. I'd let the head coach make me squirt like a sissy bitch, right after the entire team had spent who knew how long fucking me.

I really was a slut.

Chelsea untied me after everyone had left. "Wow," she said, as I'd rolled off the bench and collapsed on the floor. "What a workout, huh?"

I didn't reply.

"Well, good news," she said, cheerfully, "You finally got your first real sissygasm. That mental block should be long gone. You'll be a real desperate cock whore from here on out. At least, if I know Lauren," Chelsea winked, "that's what she has planned. Feel free to keep the uniform. We stole it from some bitch at Eastern anyway. See ya Kenzie!"

With that she turned and walked out of the locker room, leaving me lying in a steadily spreading puddle of fluids. It was only then that I noticed something. The camera the team used to create game film, the same camera I'd help tote to away games and up to the press box countless times, had been set up on a tripod, and aimed directly at the bench I'd been tied to.

The little memory stick that stored the film was nowhere to be seen. I almost didn't even care.