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"Ohh, Fuck yeah," Coach said dropping to his knees as he eagarly began servicing your cock. Jason's jaw had dropped, but you could see his cock forming a semi in his pants.

"Coach Johnson? What the fuck are you doing?" Jason shouted, pushing Coach's shoulder so his mouth was off the cock.

"Oh quit being such a stuck up bitch and let me finish what I started," Coach says before returning to your cock.

"Fuck you're really good at this coach." You say.

"It's not the only thing I'm good at either," Coach said as he simultaneously stared up at you, winked, and deepthroated your cock.

"This is... So fucking disgusting." Jason says stepping away.

"No what's disgusting is how fucking... unnggghh shhiiittt... fucking rich we're gonna be." You say as you feel a jolt of pleasure surge through your body.

"No... I... what did you do to him." Jason says, "I'm not."

"Well, he's currently fucking my throat Jason, god calm down ya prude." Coach Johnson said in between breaths.

"No. Just no. I'm not doing your sick bet."

"Oh come on Jason, you and I know that wouldn't be smart. You signed a legally binding contract. If I got coach to suck my dick I win the bet. If you back out, I get to seize all your assets as collateral," You say with a smile, "And well... If I quite literally stole the shirt off your back, you'd be stuck doing much worse than what I have in mind."

"I'll... I'll get a lawyer." Jason snaps.

"Oh yeah? With what money. Remember if you break the contract I own all your shit." You reply. Jason looks confused and mad.

"Fuck you." Jason says, slamming his locker.

"Hey," Coach says angrily, getting up from servicing your cock... He grabs Jason by his neck, his face only inches away "You need to learn to hold your tongue and mind your temper."

"Yeah whatever faggot, go back to sucking cock." Jason says, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh yeah, well I know all the details of your little bet and frankly I have some ideas for your first post." Coach said as he grabbed Jason's hair and threw him to your knees. "Lesson number 1 Jason. Never fuck with fags unless you're prepared to get fucked yourself." Jason looked up and you, your hard dick on his cheek. Coach pulls out his phone and begins recording in his free hand.

"I don't want to make an OnlyFans... what if my mom sees this."

"Well, you should've thought of that before making the bet," you say grabbing your cock, "Also, on the bright side, if your mother does see it, she'll have paid the fifteen bucks." You slip the cock into Jason's mouth and start thrusting. He doesn't resist, but you can tell he has a blank expression as if realizing what his life was soon to become. It wasn't long before you came. How could you not. This bitch's face was the perfect landing pad for your sperm.

"Got it coach?" You ask. Coach nods.

"Yeah I got it. Here." Coach texts you the video, "Oh and by the way, if you want, I have some video equipment and editing software... if you wanted them, I would be willing to make my services available... for 20%."

"Deal, but it's a 10-10 split from Jason and I." You say, Jason is still too cum pumped to speak.

"Cool," Coach nods, "Now get cleaned up and ready for practice."

"Alrighty!" You say.

After practice you create Jason's OnlyFans account and post his first video.