Dalton had always been a bit of a rebel, never really following the coach's orders and more interested in fooling around with his teammates. But recently, he seemed to be a completely different person. He was always sticking to the plays, never missing a beat, and seemed to be completely obedient to coach. A few of the players had noticed Dalton missing after practice, not changing with everyone else in the locker room, and they decided to investigate.
They stayed quietly, waiting for Dalton to finally enter where he started changing. They looked around the corner, shocked to find him standing there, his thick hairy ass in a jockstrap, "dadpussy" written across the back. Before they could make a move, they heard a door open and they quickly disappeared, hearing Coach walk in before greeting Dalton as "son".
"You were a good boy at practice today" They heard Coach's booming voice say, the sound of his shorts slipping off his waist loud in the quiet room. "Guess that means another reward boy"
"Yes sir" They heard Dalton whimper.
"Only if you say 'please'"
"Please Daddy" They heard Dalton respond, begging. In a moment they heard his voice turn into a moan, accompanied by the sound of a body slamming flat against the lockers. They looked back around to see coach behind their teammate, the coach's round body maneuvering in and out of Dalton's thick ass, their breaths in unison with each thrust. Dalton's moans echoed louder, accented by each push with his voice getting higher and higher pitched, body bending over further taking coach even more.
The players didn't say anything after that incident. They now knew why Dalton always looked at coach with utter obedience in his eyes, an unspoken yearning. They knew they needed to stay in line, or they may end up in Dalton's position too.