Yes

"Alright Jason, if you really want your father to miss out on getting dicked down, I guess I can stop." You say as you pull your cock out of Coach Nickels' ass.

"What? No, please fuck me." Coach Nickels said as he tried to push back his hips onto your dick, to no avail.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nickels, but that's what your son wants me to do."

"Fuck that little bitch," Coach Nickels got up from the ottoman and angrily stomped his muscular frame to Jason. With two meaty hands, he grabbed Jason by his throat and lifted him against the wall.

"You tell him to continue pounding my ass full of his dick or so help me god, I will make your life a living hell." Coach says, his cock dripping as he continued to hold his son up. Jason wriggled, but he couldn't free himself.

"Fine, yes. Do what you want with my dad, just...*cough*...let me go."

"Alright, I'll keep railing your dad, but only while he is restraining you like that." You step behind Coach once more and slide your cock inside his ass.

"Awww, look at daddy's little bitch, getting all wet and hard. He must love being humiliated," You say to Jason. As you say it, you can see the outline in his shorts become more prominent, a wet patch forming.

"Shut... Up..." Jason chokes out, his face red from both embarrassment, and the blood swelling there, which causes you to smile.

"Alright Mr. Nickels, if you hold him up any longer, he might pass out and that wouldn't be any fun, You should lower him, but still keep a hand on his throat just in case. With that other hand... well I think you should slap his dick. Make him work for his erection, although, it would probably just make him harder."

"That's a great idea," Mr. Nickels says as he follows your orders. Jason glares at you, as his face winces with pain. You lean forward and lick the back of Mr. Nickels neck and wrap your hands around his chiseled body.

"Awwww... Fuck Jason, your daddy is such a good little bitch." You say to Jason.

Suddenly the doorbell rings.