The wrestler “So you wanted to speak about some of my wrest..

The wrestler “So you wanted to speak about some of my wrestlers,” the tall muscular wrestling coach stood at Dr. Stone’s office door. Coach Casto’s voice was deep and intimidating as he spoke. Dr. Stone couldn’t help from getting a hard on from the sexy voice and the coach’s hard thick muscles. Although the coach was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and sweatshirt with the university’s logo, his powerful legs and packed crotch were on full display through the otherwise baggy sweatpants. The coach snared at the doctor as he caught the older man checking him out. “What some water,” the doctor picked up a bottle and handed it to the smug coach. The doctor knew the coach had come from practice and was obviously thirsty. Casto didn’t say a word as he grabbed the bottle out of the doctor’s hand and drank it down. “So what do you want to talk about,” the Coach demanded. Dr. Stone needed to buy time, he began to discuss the results of the physicals he had conducted on each wrestler and discussed the problems of focusing that some of the more cocky wrestlers were having. As Stone rumbled on, the coach himself was having a hard time focusing. Finally the muscular coach fell limp in the chair, with a line of drool running out of his mouth down his chisel jawline and cuff chin. The doctor smiled at the immobile coach as he lifted his left hand and let it fall back down helplessly. The coach was awake and there was terror in his grey eyes as he was unable to move his powerful muscles. It was a struggle for the doctor to strip the athletically muscular coach out of his clothes. The doctor pulled down the sweatpants down the muscular legs, displaying the coach’s white briefs. Then he lifted Coach Casto’s helpless arms over his head and lifted then pulled the sweatshirt up slowly revealing the coach’s tight abs and large full pecs. The doctor continued until he had pulled the shirt over the coach’s head and let the muscular arms fall to the coach’s lap. Dr. Stone saw why the coach was so popular to the female students and staff and many of the males on campus as well. His body was beautiful and flawless. The doctor freely ran his hands down the coach’s body as the straight coach sat helplessly. Doctor Stone then put a visor headset over the coach’s eyes and ears. “I will be back Coach Casto, I have a date with the sexy quarterback. By the time I return you will be a whole new self,” the doctor squeezed the coach’s brief covered crotch hard, causing Casto to groan. “Oh, I have a surprise for you behind the screen after you are done.” For the next several hours, the coach sat immobilized as images and subliminal messages bombarded his mind, rewriting him. His cock was hard in his briefs as images of muscular men like himself was sucking cocks and getting fucked up their muscular ass. When Dr. Stone returned to his laboratory and found the seat empty and the visor lying on the floor, alongside Casto’s discarded briefs. The doctor picked up the white briefs and smiled. The briefs were soaked with cum. He dropped the briefs. “You can come out now,” the doctor called out. Coach Casto stepped out from behind the screen in his team’s white singlet and stood before the doctor. He crossed his muscular arms across his huge spandex covered pecs as he stared straight ahead. The doctor was impressed with his own handy work. The tall sexy coach just stood there without a thought in his pretty head. “What is your purpose,” the doctor asked. The doctor pulled his white coat back and put his hands in his pocket as he inspected the once cocky jock in front of him. The coach was exquisite. His body was more muscular than any of college jock wrestlers. The singlet was like a second skin displaying every bulging muscle and sexy curve. “To serve and obey. To pleasure my master,” the coach’s masculine voice sounds empty of emotion. The doctor pulled his hands from his pocket and placed a hand on Casto’s crotch. He was pleased when the coach didn’t protest but he felt the straight jock’s cock harden against his hand. Casto continued to stare straight ahead as the doctor fondled and groped his hard cock in the skin tight singlet. While rubbing his palm against the bulging crotch, the doctor thought of all the possibilities after the coach assisted him in enslaving Casto’s beloved wrestlers. Turning the coach and the wrestlers into a harem of obedient jocks, each one programmed to serve and obey. The doctor pulled his hand away from the Coach’s hard-on, “you will wrestle me but you are unable to win.” The doctor unzipped his pants and stripped to his boxer-briefs. “Yes, master,” the coach obediently knelt and leaned toward the older man. They began to struggle against each other, groping each other. Despite all of the wrestling coach’s muscles and training, he was unable to get the better of the doctor. The coach’s huge muscles were bulging and flexing against the doctor. His cock was rock hard in the spandex singlet as the doctor gripped and fondled his cock. The coach found his cock so sensitive to the older man’s touch that he found it hard to focus to get an upper hand. The doctor grabbed the shoulder straps of the coach’s singlet and pulled them off the twin mountains of his shoulders. The spandex material ripped, exposing the left bare shoulder and pectoral. The air on the coach’s bare nipple caused it to become erect. The doctor continued to pull, ripping the singlet more. The coach was covered in a layer of sweat as he tried to gain an upper hand on the older, smaller man, but to no avail. The doctor then grabbed the coach by his brown hair and pulled his handsome face toward Stone’s large bulge. Holding Casto’s hair with one hand, he pulled his boxer-briefs down with his other. Once his huge cock was freed, Stone slapped his cock against the coach’s handsome masculine face. Without thinking the once homophobic coach took the cock into his mouth and found himself worshiping it with his long tongue and pouty lips. The doctor gripped Casto’s brown hair and began to guide the head on and off his cock, fucking the coach’s throat. The hours the coach had spent in front of the videos, had trained him to take a cock into his throat without gagging. He subconsciously used all the experience at receiving blow jobs from numerous women in his lifetime and what he liked done on his own cock, to now pleasure another man. The doctor moved his hands down the jock’s head over the large twin shoulders. Casto felt so contented as his head bobbed up and down the cock, soaking it with drool and saliva. Finally the doctor pulled the jock off his cock and pulled the coach up onto his feet. The doctor then continued to peel the remains of the singlet down the tall, muscular body. Every chisel muscle was on full display. The remains of the singlet was unable to contain the hard throbbing cock as it popped free, and slapped against the wrestler’s hard abs. “Bend over the table and spread your ass,” the doctor then ordered. “Yes, master,” the coach replied as he turned to face the exam table. The coach’s ass was big and round, powerful looking as it faced the doctor. He bent over the table and reached his hands behind himself to grip his basketball sized glutes. Casto then spread them, revealing his jock hole which was so inviting and tight. Dr. Stone moved closer and gently stroked the coach’s tight jock hole. He smiled as the masculine stud moaned in pleasure as his hole was teased. The doctor then pushed a finger into the coach’s hole. The coach moaned louder as the doctor moved his finger in and out of the tight hole. Casto remained bent over as his cock throbbed. The doctor reached his other hand under the coach and gripped the impressive fat cock. The masculine coach was whimpering as his cock was gripped and squeezed while his insides were being stroked. The doctor squeezed a second finger into the tight jockpussy, while pulling the rock hard cock back between the coach’s thick thighs. He then spread his fingers as much as possible stretching and loosening the coach’s pussy. The doctor finally pulled his fingers out of the coach’s ass. He then grabbed Casto’s masculine waist and pressed his cock between the muscular ass cheeks. The mind fucked coach felt unbelievable pleasure as the doctor’s huge cock pushed into him. All other desires faded as he took the cock deeper into him and his prostate was pounded over and over. Dr. Stone leaned down and pressed his body hard against the coach’s muscular back and whispered into his ear, his tongue licking the coach’s right earlobe, “cum for me.” “Yes, master,” Coach Casto groaned loudly. His eyes rolled back into his head as his cock jerked and shot out load after load of cum.