Coach Estep part 2 When I got to Paul’s house, he opened th..

Coach Estep part 2 When I got to Paul’s house, he opened the door with a look of panic in his eyes. He pretty much pulled me into his house. “I’m glad you came alone. I didn’t know who to call,” Paul was visibly nervous. “What happened,” I asked concerned as he led me into the living room. I stopped in my tracks. There in the middle of the living room was Coach Brent Estep, hogtied and gagged. “Oh, fuck, what have you done,” I turned to Paul in panic. “Tell me everything.” Paul ran his hands through his hair, “I invited Brent over to talk about the athletic budget. I thought he was giving me some singles, flirting. So while we were sitting on the couch, drinking some wine, I reached over and touched his knee. Before I knew it he jumped up and accused me of making unwelcome advances. He said he was going to make sure I get fired and ruin me. He was yelling and calling me names, I panicked. Before I knew it, I picked up the bottle and smashed it on his head.” “Oh my god,” it was my turn to run my hands through my hair. The muscular coach was struggling against his bonds and the look in his eyes told both of us that he was going to kill us when he got free. “What do you want me to do about it,” I turned back to Paul. “Well I thought you could use your, You know, gifts,” Paul tried to be coi “What do you mean, make him forget what happened,” I asked suspencely. “Well, I thought you might make him more accessible to be our slave,” Paul replied. “You want me to do what? I’m not going to turn him into your sex toy,” I grew angry. “Oh come on, don’t act all righteous. Like deputy Nick Wilcox, Mr. fuck every pussy in a skirt, all of a sudden decided he like taking dick up his tight bubble butt,” Paul yelled back. “That’s different,” I got defensive. “How,” Paul put his hands on his waist. I knelt down and removed the coach’s gag. “I going to fucking killing both of you fucking faggots. You sick perverts,” Brent yelled. I quickly put his gag back on him. He continues in muffled curses to us through his gag. “You think he is as hot as I do. I noticed you checking out his ass too. We can share him, make him our obedient play thing,” Paul reasoned with me. If Brent didn’t yell obscenities at me when I tried to free him, I would have let him go. However, his homophobic rant pissed me off. “Ok, I do it, but we control him equally, understand,” I finally agreed. “Yes, definitely,” Paul was excited. He had never witnessed me work my abilities on another man before. I knelt beside Brent and touched his muscular arms in the short sleeve t-shirt. His arms were so firm and thick. He tried to pull away. However, as I concentrated and touched his tan, tight skin a shiver ran up his body. “Brent, just relax and listen to my voice. It feels so good to listen and obey,” I whispered as I stroked his hard muscles. His struggling slowed and the look in his eyes went from anger, to fear, to relaxed. “Just breathe in and out, with each breath you will be more and more blissfully relaxed and submissive.” I watched his muscular chest rise and fall. “Good. It feels so good to listen to me. You trust me, you know everything I tell you is true and natural to you. You love serving and obeying both myself and Paul. It feels so good to be our obedient slave. It feels so natural and right. You want to pleasure us and do whatever to please us. You feel only pleasure when either of us fuck you up your ass. You will continue to be your normal self around other people, but when you are alone with either me or Paul, you will be submissive and obedient. Do you understand,” I finished by running my hand through his dark hair. Brent looked up at me with a look of obedience, and nodded his head. I then started to remove the ropes that Paul had secured him with. “Did it work,” Paul asked as he stood behind my shoulders. “We will find out,” I answered as I removed his gag. Instead of charging at us or cursing us, Coach Brent just laid on the floor. I stood up, “Brent, stand up and take off your clothes.” “Yes, master,” answered in his deep masculine voice. “My god, it works,” Paul was excited as he watched the muscle stud stand up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Brent’s body was beautiful, smooth and ripped. He was preparing for a bodybuilding competition and was in peak physical condition. He then kicked off his shoes and hooked his thumbs into his sweatpants and pulled them down. He was wearing a pair of tight black briefs that proudly displayed his hard cock and big muscle packed ass. He was so hard from obeying his new masters. Brent started to take off the briefs but Paul stopped him. “Keep them on. Get on your knees and crawl over to me,” Paul was so turned on as the masculine coach obeyed. Brent was on his hands and knees crawling over to him. Paul unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He grabbed hold of Brent’s head and pushed his cock into the coach’s mouth. Coach Brent obediently took the cock and Paul began to roughly fuck his handsome masculine face. I almost felt sorry for Brent as he began to gag on Paul’s thick cock. Even though he couldn’t breathe, his own self interest no longer matters to him, as my commands rewrote his mind. The only thing that matters was pleasing us. I knelt beside him, stroking his long shredded back, and whispered instructions on how to relax his throat muscles and his gag reflexes. I used the same instructions that I had used to train Nick. His gagging died down as his head bobbed up and down on Paul’s cock. I continued to move my hand down Brent’s back to his brief covered bubble ass. I ran my hands down the thick cords of muscles on the back of his legs and back up to his ass. I then pulled the briefs down and revealed his exquisite flawless ass. He was so smooth and tan, even his hole was shaved smooth as he spread his huge thighs, exposing his tight muscle pussy. “Relax baby,” I whispered into his ears as I pushed a finger into his tight virgin pussy. Coach Brent moaned over Paul’s cock as I began to loosen and stroked his insides. Paul was turned on and began to fuck the coach’s mouth harder. As his tight virgin hole relaxed, I pushed in a second finger and began to stretch him. The big masculine stud was moaning like a bitch. His cock was rock hard under him, throbbing and leaking on the carpet. “My god, he loving it. He fucking loving it,” Paul proclaimed as he thrusted in and out of the coach’s mouth. I opened my pants and pulled out my big, thick cock. After I got his ass loose enough, I pulled out my fingers and then grabbed hold of his narrow, chisel waist. I then pushed into him. His ass was pure heaven around my cock as I pushed deep into him. Straight virgin asses are definitely the best. He was feeling only pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy over Paul’s cock. When my cock began to thrust in and out of him, pounding his prostate, the big macho coach couldn’t hold out. He shot his load onto the floor under him, without touching himself. Paul and I continued to fuck him, until we both came inside him.