Jack was the perfect athlete. Coach was hard on him, but Jack knew why, obeying his every command and running every drill. It was always the same each practice. Sprints, squats, anything to work on making his ass as explosive as possible. He had to be the fastest, his workouts giving him the biggest rear on the team. After all, Jack knew just how much Coach loved it.
Jack made sure to wear the same jockstrap each game, the one Coach gave him before changing. It was special, never washed, the white fading tainted with the sweat from all its previous athletes. Jack knew with it wrapped around his ass, he'd have the strength and smell of all the other men who'd worn it. All the men who'd been fucked by Coach before in it.
All it took was a victory to be brought home by Coach immediately following the game. Jack would barely have time to throw on his usual outfit before being ordered into his car, having to skip his shower. The other athletes would throw an afterparty to celebrate while Jack and Coach had their own. The moment they were in the bedroom Jack's pants would be pulled down and he'd be thrown in bed, allowing Coach direct access to the spent, swollen muscles surrounding Jack's hole. Jack would be in heaven for the rest of the night with his spot pounded til morning.