Coach’s Claim (II)

The heat in the sauna was oppressive, thick enough to choke on. Sweat poured off my body in rivers, mixing with the oil Kane had slathered everywhere. My hole still throbbed from that first brutal claiming, stretched wide and leaking his cum down my thighs onto the wooden bench. I felt wrecked already, but when Coach Kane told me to turn over, something dark and needy twisted low in my gut.

I rolled onto my back, legs shaking. The air felt heavier on my exposed cock, which was traitorously hard again despite the overwhelming soreness. Kane loomed over me like a mountain of muscle, his massive chest heaving, tattoos glistening with sweat. His cock — thick, veined, and still mostly hard — hung heavy between his powerful thighs, slick with oil and my own mess.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice low and rough, echoing off the wooden walls. “Already leaking for more. You pretend to be straight in the locker room, but this hole knows what it wants.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he grabbed my ankles and shoved my legs back toward my chest, folding me in half. The position left me completely exposed, ass tilted up, cock trapped against my abs. Kane poured more oil directly onto his shaft and my entrance, then lined up and thrust back inside in one long, merciless stroke.

“Fuck—Coach!” I gasped sharply. The burn reignited instantly, but the new angle let him sink even deeper. I felt every inch stretching me open again, his heavy balls pressing against my ass as he bottomed out.

“That’s right. Take every fucking inch.” Kane braced one hand beside my head and started pounding me with powerful, athletic thrusts. Each slam rocked my whole body against the hot bench. The sauna amplified everything — the wet slap of oiled skin, my broken moans, his deep grunts of satisfaction.

My hands clutched at his thick forearms, feeling the muscles flex as he used me. The heat made my head spin. Sweat stung my eyes. Every thrust nailed my prostate dead-on, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I hated how good it felt. I hated how my cock was leaking steadily onto my stomach, begging for attention.

Kane leaned down closer, his massive chest pressing against the back of my thighs. His breath was hot against my face. “Been watching you struggle with those weights, trying so hard to impress me. Now you’re getting the real reward. This tight little ass is going to remember Coach’s cock every time you sit down tomorrow.”

He fucked me harder, hips snapping with brutal force. The bench creaked dangerously beneath us. I couldn’t hold back the moans anymore — loud, desperate sounds that echoed shamelessly in the small sauna. Kane’s hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make spots dance in my vision while he kept pounding.

“Gonna fill you again,” he snarled. “Gonna breed this hole until you’re dripping my cum for days.”

The pressure built unbearably fast. My prostate was hammered relentlessly. I came hard with a choked cry, shooting thick ropes across my own chest and abs without him even touching my cock. My hole clenched violently around him, milking his thick shaft.

“Fuck yes—good boy!” Kane roared, slamming deep one final time. His cock swelled and pulsed inside me, flooding my insides with another massive load. The heat of it, the sheer volume, made my belly feel full. He kept grinding through his orgasm, pushing every drop as deep as possible.

But he still wasn’t done.

Kane pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from my wrecked hole. He flipped me onto my stomach again, yanked my hips up so I was ass-up on the bench, and thrust back inside without mercy. This round was even rougher — pure animalistic fucking. His big hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he railed me from behind.

“Tell me you need it,” he demanded between powerful thrusts. “Tell Coach how much you love getting ruined in the sauna.”

“I… I need it,” I gasped, voice hoarse. Shame burned through me, but the words spilled out anyway. “Please… don’t stop…”

Kane laughed darkly and picked up speed, his heavy balls slapping against me with every brutal stroke. Sweat poured off his body onto my back. The sauna felt like an inferno now, making every sensation more intense. He reached under me and stroked my spent cock roughly, forcing it back to hardness while he used my hole.

We stayed locked like that for what felt like forever — him pounding me relentlessly, changing angles to torture my prostate, whispering filthy promises about future sessions, about making me stay late every night, about fucking me in the locker room showers where anyone could walk in.

By the time he came for the third time, I was a trembling, sobbing mess. My voice was gone. My body was limp. Cum leaked freely from my gaping hole, mixing with the oil and sweat on the bench.

Kane finally pulled out and sat back on the bench, legs spread. His cock was still semi-hard, glistening. “Clean me up.”

I crawled weakly between his thighs and took his messy cock into my mouth. The taste was intense — oil, cum, my own ass. I sucked obediently, too broken to resist, while Kane stroked my hair almost possessively.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “This is just the start of your real training. Tomorrow night, same time. And if you’re even a minute late, I’ll come find you in the locker room and fuck you where everyone can hear.”

He finally let me go after I cleaned him thoroughly. I staggered out of the sauna on shaky legs, cum still leaking down my thighs, body covered in oil and marks. The empty locker room felt surreal after what had just happened.

As I dressed slowly, already dreading and craving tomorrow, one thought kept circling in my head:

I was never going to be the same again.