Brett Peters was a college Freshman from across town. He met Karen at a party thrown by his cousin, who went to school with Karen.
He was in the middle of his 10 mile morning run, when Coach Sinclair stopped him.
"Brett, we need to talk," Coach Sinclair said putting his arm over Brett's shoulder, and guiding him toward the nearby Riverfront Park Mens room.
"Mr, Sinclair," Brett began, "I'm in the middle of my morning run. Sorry, I'm so sweaty, and-"
"No, problem, Brett, I'm a high school coach. I am used to sweaty young men."
As soon as they were out of sight, Sinclair began to work his magic.
Brett gasped. He was having trouble breathing. Karen's dad seemed to be growing bigger and bigger. Brett looked up and saw his arm was shiny bright red. He tried to scream, but he couldn't He was buried in his clothing on the floor of a grubby public mens room.
Reaching down, Sinclair deftly plucked his new red butt plug out of Brett's still warm singlet and shorts. He shoved the butt plug in his mouth getting it good and wet. Then he stepped into a stall and pulled down his sweats, and Bruno and Chad. He shoved Brett into place, and pulled his other boys up and then pulled up his sweats.
As he left the stall he looked at Brett's clothing, he picked up the sweaty shorts, and singlet and took a sniff. He glanced down at the socks and running shoes. The shoes were too small for the coach, but he thought of a couple of students that might use them. He pulled a folded up bag out of his jacket pocket, and put Brett's shoes and clothing into the bag.
Meanwhile, Chad and Bruno were concerned that the new butt plug would absorb all of the cum, and they would starve.