Why did it feel so good to have my coach gripping my thigh? I wasn't gay, was I?
Coach Brent wasn't like any other men I knew. He was ripped, ruthless, and pushed everyone to their limits. However, thanks to him, we were a game away from winning the championship.
He told me he'd make it worth it if I put everything on the field. So I did. I even scored the winning goal. Yet, I never expected my reward to be so rough - that he'd manhandle me so easily - or how happy I'd be to obey.
He told me to get on my knees. I knelt. He told me to bend in front of him. I went face down, ass up. Because as long as it was Coach Brent, I didn't mind submitting... even if what he wanted was my innocent body.