Bryce tries, but...

As easy as it would be for Bryce to submit, to give himself to the Coach, his sense of pride from being a Superhero made his mind up to keep fighting, even though the situation was dire. Glaring back at Coach Andrews as best he could in his weakened state, he was (internally) quite pleased with himself, he was taken aback when Coach Andrews smiled at him.

What Bryce couldn't see was a shelf under the table which housed several syringes that the Coach had whipped up for situations just like this. Grabbing the first one, Coach Andrews used his hammering of Bryce's prostate as a distraction, waiting for Bryce to go cross-eyed before injecting him with it. This first syringe made Bryce's balls never be able to be drained, as Bryce found out when the Coach angled his cock over Bryce's prostate slowly this time which made Bryce cum again, pumping yet another load into the vat.

"Still want to fight me?"

Bryce wearily nodded, making Coach Andrews smirk.

"Good, but you should be aware that the last student who tried this broke after another two ejaculations, think you can beat him?"

Bryce started to get a bit nervous at that statement and a bead of sweat rolled down his face, but he gathered himself again and nodded.

Coach Andrews started speeding up his thrusts again, drawing another orgasm out of the exhausted young man, all his endurance training was not helping him here, the Coach knew how to use his 9" fuckstick. When Bryce closed his eyes, Coach Andrews quickly grabbed the second syringe and jabbed it into Bryce's right side, emptying it of its contents.