"Not so fast, Aaron," said a stern masculine voice, "First, practice, then you can play with BJ."
"Ah, Coach Sinclair," whined Aaron as he let Chad slump to the ground, but while keeping a hand on his head,
"But it's not BJ, it's the new CPR dummy, and I wanted to be the first to use him."
"Well, complete your practice regimen. The faster you complete it, the sooner you can play with the new dummy.
And if one of your team mates finishes before you, he can have the honor of christening the dummy."
Aaron glanced over at Gary, and raced back to the barbells. "I'll be done first, coach. The others aren't
even here, and Chad told me he had a date, and would make it up tomorrow."
"Oh, did he," said the coach testily. He glanced at his clipboard, "Shouldn't you, boys, be running 15 laps
to warm up before you pump iron?" he asked.
"Right, coach," Gary said.
Aaron just sighed and sat up. As soon as the two were gone, the coach turned around, and grabbed the new CPR
dummy by the neck and pinned him against the wall.
"Okay, Chad, how does it feel to be a sex toy? That's how you've treated all your girl friends, and now I
hear you've been hanging around my daughter. Well, she's off limits, Chad."
The coach relaxed his grip and lowered Chad to waist high.
No. Please don't, coach, thought Chad.
"A few months of aversion therapy should do the job," Coach Sinclair said as he unzipped the fly of his
polyester shorts.
"Oh, Ty did a good job on you, Chad," Coach said as he filled Chad's mouth and throat with his hardening cock,
"Or maybe you're just a natural."
He silently except for a few sighs, moans and one loud groan.
"Yeah, Chad, the team's gonna love ya. Your throat's a lot tighter than Brad's is," he said nodding toward
BJ.
Brad. Who the fuck is Brad? He's BJ? Who was Brad? Am I stuck this way forever?
As if in answer to his thoughts, coach said, "It's nice you told Aaron that you were ditching today. Means we
can leave you this way until tomorrow. Then, you can spend a little while as you at practice. Then while the
other guys take their steam, you'll become CPR boy again, and they can use you again. After they shower and
leave, then Ty and I will take you on the Grand Circuit Tour. What's that you wonder? You'll find out
tomorrow."
He unceremoniously dropped Chad back into the corner, and shouted for Ty.
"Yes, Coach?"
"I'm done with Chad. Get him cleaned up before the players get back. Oh, and when the players are done with
him, make sure that all the cum is cleaned out of his throat and ass, or they'll seal up like Brad's holes
did, and I want Chad to stay on the team - for now at least."
Ty just nodded and smiled. Coach left.
"You know, Chad, as long as I have to clean you up anyway," Ty said evilly, "I might as well try you out."
Chad was so numb after his workout with the coach, Ty's words didn't register until he felt Ty's cock on his
lips.