Connor was a total jock. Devoted to working out and getting bigger. He was coach’s personal dummy boy, dropping out of classes, inevitably, took a toll on his brain. With more free time meant more time for sports and sex. in Connor’s spare time he loved to impregnate girls, and even boasted about the next generation of alpha offspring his seed would produce.
Connor was undeniably under Coach’s influence, and it showed. Constantly grunting like an overgrown animal. Coach forbid him to shower and he did as instructed, after a few days it became apparent, emitting a potent odor. His pits reeking of the warm scent of masculinity.
He was now substantially bigger than any other guy in school and he knew it. It was now Coach’s opportunity to enter phase 2.
Connor was approached by coach as he was changing for practice in the men’s locker room. Coach Carter was a giant of a man, a true muscle bull. He had pecs that shelved out like tits, biceps that looked like swollen grapefruits and a bulge that could sustain any mans attention. Connor edged forward slowly staring into the piercing yet hypnotic eyes of Coach Carter.
Coach stood there, eyeing up Connor like he had molded him from clay. “I’m proud of you Connor, you’ve gotten bigger. I’ve heard the girls have been fighting over you, Is that right?”, Coach’s warm smile faded into a look of hostility, yet Connor’s expression stayed blank the entire time. “Fuck yeah Coach, Imma fuckin’ pussy magnet”, Connor said, getting aroused at the thought, swarms of girls fighting over his body.
“Thats not what we agreed upon” Coach said, Connors look faded. “You fuck boys only, remember! that’s why I made you big, to recruit them into the team”,
Coach put his meaty hand on Connor’s shoulder as he wiped the drool from his mouth. “I know it’s getting harder for you to think, my boy, but you have to listen to coach”.
“Yes coach, anything for you coach!“ Connor mumbled, his prick twitching as he struggled to think of his next sentence
