No, the coach stumbles upon Bryce....

Before Ultraboy could recover, Coach Andrews walked in, Coach Andrews had a reputation for fucking some of the athletes, especially the track and swim teams and the athlete he wanted most was Bryce.

Bryce had made a point of showering BEFORE Coach Andrews could catch him, now though, thanks to Pleasure, he was helpless to resist. Coach Andrews smiled at his good fortune as he hoisted (with ease) the **** young man over his shoulder and carried him to his office. Quickly locating the sedative he'd used in the past, he injected it into Bryce's left arm.

Carrying the **** young man to his car, Coach Andrews laid him down in the back seat and quickly drove home. As soon as he got the front door open, he carried Bryce through it and then kicked it shut behind him, carrying Bryce down some stairs, he took him to the 'dungeon' and bent him over a padded horse with an attachment that he could insert Bryce's cock into, he followed that up with putting Bryce's head and hands into a padded stock and followed that up by placing Bryce's legs into a spreader bar. The Coach also attached a vacuum pump to Bryce's cock, the pump was connected to a 20 gallon vat that the Coach would use to refrigerate Bryce's cum to use as a milkshake, one of the Coachs favourite things to drink during lessons.

Smiling to himself, Coach Andrews picked up a jug of ice cold water that he had in an ice bath in the dungeon and threw it into Bryce's face.

"Can't run from me now! Can ya?"

Bryce visibly trembled (as much as he could) as the Coach stripped off his tracksuit, revealing his muscular hairy chest, before dropping his jockstrap to reveal his rapidly thickening 9" cock.

Bryce couldn't take his eyes off the Coach's cock as it swung almost hypnotically from side to side which meant he didn't see the Coach pick up a ring gag from a nearby table.