Coach Stretching

Coach always seemed so pent up before the meets. He was some old wrestling pro, always picking out a student to be his focus, personally training them to be team captain. The two would always disappear to do stretches before the meet, and that always seemed to calm coach down. At least, until the last team captain had to move, leaving you next in line.

It was hell getting special attention from coach. He was harder on you than ever, forcing you to stay on the mat for as long as possible, barely giving you a break from drills. You hardly had time to think before you were on the next exercise, your body constantly exhausted, only able to focus on what you were being told to do. You didn't realize you were being conditioned, learning to surrender to coach, to obey. In no time you were following his words without question, giving no thought to your actions as you did as you were told.

When your first meet came as team captain coach seemed his usual jumpy self. His eyes were shifting, hopping between members of the crowd. You felt strange. He almost seemed to be eyeing you the most, but you shook it off, thinking it was just nerves. At least, until he went up to you saying it was time to stretch. You didn't question him, obediently following him out of the gym like you'd seen the previous captain do.

You ended up in a private room where a mat had already been setup. He locked the door after you stepped in, telling you to drop your clothes so it would be easier to stretch. You let them fall to the ground without question. He positioned you on the floor, stretching your arms and joints around your body with his hands. You'd stretched on your own so many times before, but with his help you were able to get more range, more distance.  Something about it felt different though, almost like he were inspecting you at the same time.

You were too relaxed to realize he had removed your underwear. Your habit of doing as directed was too engrained for you to care. He began lifting your legs, using his body weight to bring your feet over your head before you felt his groin coming down on your exposed ass. That was when you realized he had his cock out. You could feel it slipping between your crack, his member thick and hard.