Russel's dick thickened, the hairs growing ever denser and his balls grew and drooped, as if his sack held the balls of a horse rather than the balls of a man. Coach watched on as his son completed his transformation into the son he had always wanted, the son that he desired.
Russel found his normally submissive nature towards the coach snap, as he was overcome by dominance, the Jock that had been growing within had fought with his nerd side and won. His eyes narrowed towards the man.
The coach looked at his son as he smiled 'Finally, you're a man now boy, tell coach how does it feel to be a real man"
Russell felt nothing more than resentment towards his father, he had spent years being belittled by his father, tormented even, although such actions had led to a build up of disdain he had failed to act against Coach, failed to stand up to him. However, he was afraid no longer.
He made his way towards coach his heavy footsteps evident as the floor creaked and groaned as his hulking body advanced towards his father.
Coach took a step back as his son made hos way towards him, his sons face was covered in a dense beard, the beard connected with the hair on his sons chest, as his sons chest hair now covered not only the front of his body but his back too. The boy no man in front of him bore no resemblance to the son he had before, to the embarrassment he had before.
Coach put his hands on his sons shoulder, the hairs tickling the palm of his hand. The boy he had was all but gone and the eyes of the person in front of him had changed, they looked at him in menace, in hate. A large hand grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall, Coach's heart raced as he tried to get control over the situation.
Coach tried to breathe, the coughed but managed to grunt out "Don't make me punish you boy"
Russell removed his hand from his father throat, as his nerd side made once last ditch attempt to prevent his jock side from pushing his father any further. Russell's hand wavered, as he began to release the pressure on his father.
Coach smiled at him, as he believed he still held control over the situation "Now, that's a good boy".
Russell's nerdsona had now completely dissipated, gone now all remained was a jock, a hyper masculine almost god like hulk that asserts dominance and control.
Russell's father turned his back to his son and made his way to the kitchen, as he wanted to put some distance between himself and his son as he thought of an appropriate punishment. He could hear his son upstairs pacing about, obviously submitting to his demands. Russell after ten minutes finally made his way towards his father.
"Boy, I didn't think you'd ever have the balls to challenge me, if you wanna make Coach happy you better do as you're told"
All Russell could think about was how it was about time his father was taught a lesson, perhaps he should learn what if feels like to be afraid, scared and submissive.
"Son, take this" Russell's father handed him four pills however, they looked different from the ones that he had been taking these were pink elongated and held what looked to be a liquid internally.
"Nah, cunt, what don't you fuckin take 'em" Came out of Russells lips.
His father looked at him bewildered, "What the fuck did you say to me boy?"
Russell walked up to his father chest to chest, the smaller man looked up at the daunting figure that eclipsed him in every way possible. A lump formed in his throat, as he realised his son now had control.
"Holy shit Russell, fuck off" Said Coach as even with all his might he couldn't push his son away from him. His face paled as he realised what was going to happen.
"Why don't you open up coach, if these are so fuckin' good for me you sure as hell can take 'em"
Russell grabbed his father in a headlock, his father struggled to draw breath, Russell opened his hand in his fathers face revealing the tablets that he had intended for his son to take.
"Take em' ya fuckin' faggot" Roared Russell
Coach felt sick to his stomach, his son's bicep constricted further against his throat beads of sweat licked his brow as he tried to kick, punch and whatever other means he had to his disposal to get out of his sons hold. It was however to no avail, his eyes began to droop as the oxygen that supplied his brain began to diminish as his vision went black and he collapsed to the floor.
"Fuck!" Screamed Russell
Now how was he going to get his father to take these pills now, he left his father unconscious on floor as he made his way towards the computer. After quickly searching he realised he could force his father to take the pills. He picked his father off the floor with ease placing his body upright on the couch, upon grabbing the four pills and a couple others that were laying about he placed all six of them in his fathers mouth four pink, two that were the same as the ones his father had given him.
After massages his fathers throat the pills were swallowed, Russell then sat next to his father and wondered what he was going to do to him next. He decided to strip his father naked, leave him in a vulnerable position so he could do whatever he wanted to do to coach.
As he striped off each of his fathers clothing he noticed something peculiar, the stretched out dirty wife beaters and jockstraps had come from his father. His father was wearing one of those jockstraps now, although currently not too dirty the jockstrap solidified in Russell's mind that his father had planned everything in advance.
Russell watched as his father like him grew hairier, the hair on his chest grew a bot thicker, his ass got hairier and his dick got slightly hairier. He found his dick stir, as his father began to wake up.
Coach turned to his son, his breath hitched as he realised he had been stripped naked, his throat was sore then all that had occurred earlier came back to him. He looked down into his crotch, noticing that his dick and balls were out on display, and he was hairier than he was before. His son sat next to him amusement in his eyes.
"Tell me how it feels coach?" Said Russell amusement clearly evident in his voice
"What the fuck have you done Russell!"
Russell continued to laugh at his father as his face paled, his father felt sick to his stomach. His son had made him consume those pills, but they were meant for Russell they were supposed to be his back up plan should he lose control of his son.
He looked over towards his son, looking at his muscularity his huge cock he felt his cheeks flush, his dick grow hard and his heart pound. He got up to walk away from his son, however, as he began to walk away he heard another chuckle erupt from his son.
Russell could see a wet spot on the couch, a wet spot that had come from his fathers hole, his father's hole was now begging for it. Coach did had a round muscled ass, it turned him on, perhaps the only part of his Nerdsona that had remained was his gay side. His dick stirred and began to leak.
"Where ya goin' faggot, my dick is this way"
Coach paused and stopped his small penis leaked and his hole ached'
His son pushed him up against the wall cornered him, his son was at least a foot taller than he was he could feel his sons hairy chest rubbing against his face, his cock rubbing against his stomach pre-cum coating the hairs.
Russell grabbed coach's face, causing him to gasp in surprise
"You were going to do this to me, weren't you"
Coach couldn't look Russell in the eye
Russell grimaced "Well, now look at that, the faggots scared, how does it feel motherfucker, you were gonna make me take those pills weren't you!"
Coach said nothing
Russell slapped his father across the face "Say it to me!"
Still his father remained silent
Russell slapped his father again, this time with more ferocity
"Please, stop" whimpered Russell's father
"Nah, ya sick cunt, fuckin tell me now faggot, tell me!" Roared Russell
"Yes"
"Yes what!"
"I wanted you to take them, fuck, I'm sorry"
"What did they do then?"
"They were to make you less aggressive, less dominant"
Russell's eyes twinkled as he stood back away from his father who was still in shock
'Coach, are you gonna make it up to me then"
Coach was shocked, at how he felt he wanted to run and submit himself to his son, but why, the pink pills shouldn't have done this all they do is reduce aggression but, fuck, they had been mixed with the ones he had been given to his son.
Russell opened his mouth his cock was hard, his balls drooping, almost as though they were full
Coach got on his knees without even being asked, he crawled towards his son his eyes on the prize, however he was swatted away as soon as he tried.
"Nah, my toes first"
Coach wanted to protest but he found himself resigned. He bent down to the ground and began licking his sons feet, carefully tracing his tongue around the tops of his toes feeling the hair that grew on his sons feet grace his tongue with each of his movements.
"Now the sole"
His son had sat down on the couch at this point, Coach now began to lick the sole of his sons feet they were salty, rough and sweaty. He was turned on by each time he raked his tongue through the pads of his sons foot or suck on each of his sons toes individually.
"Now, for the main course"
Coach knew what his on meant, and without even being asked began to suck and lick on the monster in front of him. He dragged his tongue backwards and forwards sucking on his sons hairy balls, plopping each large testicle in his mouth and sucking on each gently but firmly without hesitation. The smattering of hairs tickled his tongue, they aroused him each passing money causing a gland in his hole to pulse and fizzle with excitement.
"That's enough with my balls coach"
Russell's father made his way towards the tip of his sons cock, he just about managed to squeeze the head into his mouth, but he struggled to proceed any further.
"Let me help with that"
Russell large hands forced his dick further down coaches throat, as he forcefully face fucked the man. Coach whimpered in agony as he struggled to breathe but coaches cock continued to drip, his hole continued to lubricate itself.
After a while Russell grew bored with his father and withdrew his cock from his mouth, his father coughed and gasped for air. He went to get up, have a break but his son had other ideas.
"We're not done yet"
"Please don't do this to me son"
"Nah, come on, you sucked my dick on your own, it turned you on, now you probably want me to fuck you hard"
Coaches face paled as he looked at the monster cock in front of him, he was scared, what had gotten in to him, no he was going to get control.
Coach stood motionless as he tried to fight his now submissive nature
Russell not interested in waiting had bent his father over the back of the couch, put a finger in his fathers hole. Coach squired as his son moved his finger backwards and forwards, his son added another finger and another. Each stroke causing him to feel overwhelmed with pleasure. But he tried to resist.
"Russell, this is fucked up, I don't like it, you gotta stop"
Russell, grabbed his fathers hard member, rubbing his thumb over the pre-cum that coated the head of his cock, he placed his hand that was coated with coaches pre-cum in front of his face. Coach found himself pale as he realised his body was betraying him.
"Why should I should I stop, you fuckin love it" Replied Russell
Without warning, he felt a new feeling at his backdoor, his son's cock was trying to worm its way into his body, he wanted to resist but to his suprise his body welcomed the intrusion, it relished and savoured it. His son pushed with all his might and drove his entire cock in his fathers ass. The main thing coach felt was the pleasure that came from his son hammering his hole, Russell was rough relentless as he plowed his father with ferocity.
Coaches face went all red, his nipples became all sensitive, his breath hitched.
Coach knew what was going to happen next "No, No it can't be!"
Coaches cock erupted with cum as the orgasm from having his hole pounded caused him to convulse in delight. Russell, removed his dick from his fathers now gaping hole, his father immediately missed the intrusion.
"Now get on your back so i can plow you real deep"
Coach did as he was told, as he lay on his back on the coach his son grabbed his legs motioning his hole towards his cock he abruptly drove in causing coaches dick to bounce and drip. His son again pounded him, however this time it was deeper, relentless almost animal like. Russell fucked Coach as hard as he could, each time his father came he was turned on further, each time his father went to jerk his cock in tandem with the pounding he swatted his fathers hand away. The bitch needed to learn to only cum with his hole.
Russell found himself reaching him climax, his fathers stomach and chest was now covered with cum due to the number of times he had cum from being fucked. Russell emptied his balls for what felt like the tenth time into his fathers hole, he then withdrew replacing his cock with his fingered as he put his cock in his fathers mouth so that he could lick it clean.