"Ye-Ye-Ye... No...."

Bryce surprised Coach Andrews by giving up after the first cumshot, but what Coach Andrews hadn't (yet) realized was that Pleasure's cum had finally gotten control of Bryce's cerebral cortex and had rewritten it to make the young man more submissive. Bryce looked at Coach Andrews in the mirror and begged him to keep fucking him.

Coach Andrews smirked as he let go of Bryce's head and grabbed the young mans hips for leverage before resuming the pounding he was giving the broken young mans asshole, his balls slamming hard into Bryce's balls, making the inevitable happen as the vacuum pulled another orgasm out of Bryce, making the young man cross his eyes as the vat filled up to the brim.

Pulling out, Coach Andrews disconnected the vacuum from this vat and pressed a button to move it into storage, making another empty vat take its place, once he'd reattached the vacuum to this new tank, he went back behind his new **** and started fucking him again.

"Tell me Bryce, why were you naked in the showers with cum dribbling out of your tight asshole?"

"OH FUCK! I-I had j-just b-been r-**** b-by P-Paul..."

"What made you submit to me?"

"T-The f-final s-straw w-was, UGH, h-his c-cum, you s-see, h-he h-has an alter-ego, OH SHIT, h-he i-is t-the s-supervillain k-known a-as P-Pleasure..."

Bryce's face twisted into an Ahegao face as he came again.

"OK, how do you know that?"

"B-Because I-I am U-Ultraboy! UGH!"

Coach Andrews groaned as he realized that whenever Bryce would leave his class, Ultraboy appeared. He kicked himself mentally for not putting those two facts together before now, but it made his fuck Bryce harder and deeper because Coach Andrews had spent many an evening jerking off to YouTube clips of Ultraboy on various media channels.