Coach Danny's Tied Up

If anybody had asked Joel who was the teacher he hated most, he wouldn't have hesitated. "Coach M.", his Phys. Ed. teacher, was by far the meanest, most arrogant teacher he'd ever had. Actually, "M" was his last name. Because he was only a few years older than his students (his students were around 18, and he was about 22), his students (all male) called him "Coach Danny" (behind his back, of course).

Coach Danny was real handsome, a bit short perhaps (which made him look younger) and very fit. He was a demanding teacher. He considered Phys. Ed. to be not only important, but the most important subject at high school. This was a boarding, all-male school, and you could tell he was a bit envious of his pupils; after all, he made "a pittance" every month, while they were born to privilege. What was worse, some were quite aware of it and let him know they were. So he quite enjoyed subjecting them to tough discipline.

Jockstraps were compulsory, he decreed. The kids were made to do push-ups in their jockstraps, then they had to run a good hour with nothing but the jockstraps on. Those who didn't run fast enough were made to stand in the sun for thirty minutes, without being allowed to talk or move. If anyone complained, he threatened them with suspension. Since he was the Principal's nephew, it was assumed he would get his way.

Joel often cursed him -- when he couldn't hear him -- as did most of the other boys. Who the hell did he think he was, Mr. Macho-Tough-Guy? To tell the truth, Joel couldn't deny one thing: Coach Danny was drop-dead-gorgeous. Perhaps that made him even more arrogant. He enjoyed forcing the boys into jockstraps, but didn't wear one himself; if he did, the boys were none the wiser, as he never changed with them. He didn't shower when they did, either.

One day Joel slipped back into the locker-room, on the pretext that he'd left something behind, and timed it so that he entered just as Coach Danny was lowering his shorts. "What are you staring at, you ******?" Coach Danny barked at him. But Joel did get a good look at the coach's fleshy, round, amazingly firm buns. As he apologized and walked out, he suddenly had a great idea that would put Coach Danny in his place.

The following day -- which was a Friday -- Coach Danny was stepping out of the locker-room, looking forward to a weekend of boozin' and coming on to girls, no doubt. Suddenly, a gang of hooded youngsters pounced on him. He didn't know was happened next because he was chloformed.

When he came to, found his hand and feet securely bound and a ball-gag firmly placed between his teeth. He was stark naked, except for -- you guessed it -- a sweaty jockstrap.

"OK," barked Joel, who was hooded and who took care to disguise his voice, "Time you bastard got into shape."

Coach Danny was ordered to "run". That really meant "hop", since his feet were bound together. He kept stumbling, so the other hooded boys grabbed him and gave him a severe spanking with a tennis racket. His butt, highlighted by the jockstrap, was glowing red. When he still stumbled, Joel produced some oversize soap suppositories. Three of these were stuck up the coach's ***. The burning feeling which set his *** on fire made him hop as fast as he could.

When the hooded boys had had plenty of fun with him, they opened his locker, bound him even more tightly and, after sticking three more soap suppositories up his ***, got ready to close the locker door on him. Just then Joel produced a giant-sized vibrator, stuck it up the coach's *** and turned in on "max". Then the locker door was closed.

It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that Joel dropped by the locker room, this time with no hood on. Hearing a faint "Mmmmmph, mmmmmph" coming out of the closed locker, he feigned surprise. He opened the locker door and acted like he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Who did this to you, coach?" he asked him innocently.

"Mmmmmmph, mmmmmph," the hapless coach continued to moan.

Joel took his time untying him and taking the vibrator -- by now quite smelly -- out of the coach's bruised *******. The ball-gag was the last thing to come off.

"Thank God!" said Danny. He had tears in his eyes.

"Are you all right, coach?" Danny asked him.

"Thank you, kid. You saved my life. A few more hours tied up like this and I don't know what would have happened to me."

Then he started to sob. Joel actually fell sorry for him. He helped him stagger to the bathroom so he could evacuate some of the soap that was burning his ***. Then he "found" the coach's clothes on the floor and helped him cover his nakedness.

"Please, Joel" Danny begged him, "Don't let anyone know that...this happened to me." Then he broke down and started sobbing convulsively.

Joel actually felt a bit guilty. The guy deserved to be taught a lesson, but perhaps they'd gone a bit too far. To his genuine surprise, he found himself hugging the coach.

"Don't worry, coach" he said, trying to comfort him, "This will be our little secret."

Still feeling sorry for himself, Coach Danny managed to smile, faintly.

"Thanks, Joel," he said, still fighting back tears, "I know I can count on you."

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