Breed Jason

"What if I bred his hole," you said, tapping a finger on Jason's exposed hole.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Coach says, "I wish you were my son instead of this twat" You pull Jason's head back, tugging at his short hair. His back arches, struggling to assume the new position.

"Your daddy agrees that you've been a bad boy, so now it's my job to pound your tight little pussy 'til you've learned your lesson." Jason whimpers as you say this but you pay this no mind as you spit on his face and drill your finger into Jason's hole.

"Please, don't..." Jason start's but he doesn't have time to finish as his father steps in front of him and slaps his face.

"If you can't use your mouth to show respect with words, we will need to find a different way." at this point Coach pulls out his own massive cock and slaps Jason again, but this time with his semi-erect dick.

"I'll tell mom..."

"Tell mom what, that you're a little bitch who needed to be taught a lesson? Nothing she can do about that." Coach pinched Jason's nose and once Jason opened his mouth to breathe, Coach Nickels slid his cock down his throat. He grabbed Jason by his ears and face fucked the little bitch. Meanwhile, you continued to finger Jason, slipping two fingers and then three. You were plenty hard now and you couldn't wait any longer. You lock eyes with Coach and He pulls out. Jason pants, catching his breath, only to be met by his daddy lifting him up and throwing him on the bed.

"Go on and breed my son's bussy." he says and then to Jason, "Maybe if he breeds your bitch hole, I'll end up with grandkids who aren't absolute failures," You line up your dick and overcome by the moment ram it into Jason. He clutches at the blankets, but Nickels smacks them out of his hands.

"Take it like a man Jason, quit it with the sissy shit," Coach says giving his dick a few slow pumps.

"Let me help you with that chief," You say reaching a hand out to stroke his dick. He puts up no resistance, "Seeing your son get railed must be a major turn-on for you." Coach opens his mouth to say something but lets out a moan instead as you hasten both your handjob and the pounding of Jason's virgin hole. It was still incredibly tight but was loosening up slowly. "This is what you deserve for being a punk bully, Jason." Jason yelps. "Am I right Jason?"

"Shut up fag."

"Oh I'm the fag? Sure I love fucking men, but out of the three of us, I'm not the one with a dick up his ass. I'm the one who's got your dad wrapped around my finger. I'm the one that waltzed into your home and am fucking you in your dad's bed. I'm the one about to pound your ass full of cum." You lean in and whisper in his ear as you pound harder, "And I bet that after I dump my load, you'll find something, anything to ram up your ass. Something to keep you full, keep the cum in. I may be gay, but you're a fag." With that you clutch his neck, slamming it into the bed and shooting your load deep in his hole. You pull out of Jason, his hole leaking slightly. He is crying, but out of the corner of your eye you see him slip a finger to his hole sliding the cum back in. You look at your other hand, giving a lazy handjob. You stop and look at coach.

"Coach, it's your turn to fuck him." Coach nods and lines up his cock with Jason's hole. His dick slips in easily thanks to your work. Suddenly you get an idea.