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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Be His Pet

By: Ash Cinder

Featuring: Garoh

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Gym class once again, always one of my least favorite classes, being the scrawny coywolf that I was. Though there was a small... or big silver lining, that being Coach Garoh. Being able to admire the huge bear always made his extensive workouts a little more tolerable.

He was probably the tallest professor I had at my university. I swear he had to be like 9 feet tall. He was such a dad, with a nice medium-length beard and a belly that always stuck out from underneath his sleeveless shirt. I always loved the sight of a sexy dad, especially a bear.

I finished changing into my gym clothes and turned around walk out of the locker room when I ran smack dab into Coach Garoh's belly, knocking me backwards on my ass. The old grizzly really was built like a brick wall.

He looked down and laughed before pulling me back up by the back of my shirt.

"Sorry about that Ash," he apologized. "Should have seen you down there."

"That's okay Coach," I said with a nervous laugh, "I wasn't watching where I was going."

I always couldn't help but be a bit intimidated by Coach's size. Though I think all his students felt that way, he was just so massive compared to everyone else. But he was a pretty sweet guy.

"Nothing too intense today, I hope?" I asked.

"Just got you guys running a few laps today, thought I'd take it easy on you guys, since it's Friday," he said, giving me a playful slap on the back.

He almost knocked me off my feet again, but I managed to keep my balance.

"Now, get out there pup, and give me 20 laps!" He boomed playfully.

I giggled and give him a quick high five before heading out to the track field.

I never thought I'd find a coach I liked, but Coach Garoh wasn't like all the others I had before graduating high school. He always made sure we broke a sweat, but didn't push us too hard. He was definitely someone I wouldn't have minded having a drink with him outside of class once I turned 21.

As I continued my laps, one of my classmates, a German Shepherd named Norman ran up alongside me.

"Hey, Ash," he called.

He held out his arm and handed me a folded-up piece of paper.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Just read it, dude," he answered before running on ahead of me.

That was weird, I thought to myself as I unfolded it.

Meet me in the locker room after everyone else is gone.

What could Norman possibly want to talk to me about that he couldn't on the track?

"Psh, he probably wants to see if I'm up for some fun in the locker room or something," I speculated to myself. "Meh, it's been a while since I got some good dick."

Once we finished up our running, Coach dismissed us and I went back to my locker to wait for Norman. I took out my phone to pass the time and watched as the other students changed and left until eventually I was the last one in the locker room. I waited around 15 minutes for Norman, but he never showed up.

"Ugh," I groaned as I put my phone away. "What the hell, Norman?"

I opened my locker and took my bag out.

"Guess this is his idea of a joke."

As I turned around to leave, I gasped and jumped backwards against the lockers. Coach Garoh had been standing behind me the whole time and taken me by surprise.

"Woah," I sighed with a nervous laugh, "sorry Coach, you scared me."

"You're here a little later than usual, aren't you, pup?" He asked with a smirk.

My fur stood on end and I felt my gym shorts get tighter.

"W-What did you just call me, Coach?" I asked shakily.

He ignored my question and placed his paw above me, leaning against the lockers as he leered down at me.

"You're not usually one to stick around after the class has all gone home," he pointed out.

"Um, yeah--Norman passed me a note while we were jogging, I-I think he wanted to talk to me about something."

"Hm," he looked around the locker room, "looks like he stood you up," the large grizzly joked.

I laughed nervously and glanced up at his massive arm above me. His hairy pit was exposed and I could smell his strong, manly scent. I could feel my myself pitching a tent in my shorts followed by a knot in my stomach, as I knew it was very noticeable.

"But, it doesn't look like you're too sad about it," he said with a fanged grin.

My eyes widened and I tensed up as Coach reached down and groped my bulging gym shorts. My heart pounded, but I didn't want to resist. Coach Garoh was a total DILF, and it wasn't like there was anyone around to bust us.

"S-So, what are you doing here after class?" I stupidly asked.

He raised his eyebrow and continued to smirk at me.

"Well, I'm still on the clock," he answered, continuing to rub my barely concealed cock, "and I'm still pretty sweaty after a hard day of getting you pups and cubs into shape."

I let out a yelp as he squeezed me when he said the word "shape."

"Thought I could use a nice shower to end the day," he kneeled so that his pit was now inches from my face, I could smell his musk each time I inhaled. "Unless, you like the way Coach smells."

My ears folded back in embarrassment, and I looked away for a moment. I felt his other paw move from between my legs to my upper back, pulling me a bit closer.

"Want to know what a real man smells like?"

I timidly looked up and nodded.

That gave him all the permission he needed to pull me in and bury my muzzle into his sweaty pit.

"Then, come get close and personal with your coach," he growled dominantly.

I gasped and instinctively tried to push myself away, but quickly felt my arms relax as his masculine scent filled my nose. My eyes rolled back in my head as I savored the pungent musk emanating from his moist pit fur. I let out submissive whimpers, his musk almost like a pheromone that made me want to submit to him.

"That's right, get real familiar with that scent, pup."

I moaned, opening up my muzzle and sticking out my tongue, licking the sour sweat from his underarm. Part of me felt humiliated doing this, my coach was practically bullying me like the jocks in high school used to do. I could hear my inner voice telling me to push away and get out of that locker room, but even if I could have mustered up the willpower to try, I knew the bear was too strong for me to get away.

"Mmmm," he moaned deeply, "getting it nice and clean for coach without him ordering you to. I knew I had you pegged as a natural pup in need of a master to serve."

What was he saying? A "pup and master," this is insane! I thought to myself. He can't do this, he's my coach! I started to get some control back in my arms and tried to push against him again. He seemed to take this as a signal to ease up a bit, letting me pull myself out of his pit, looking at him shocked and wide-eyed.

"Need some fresh air, pup?" He asked.

"C-C-Coach!" I stammered. "W-Why did you do that?"

I could feel myself shaking, both from fear and horniness.

"Just getting a little personal with my students," he said devilishly. "You sure seemed to like it, and I bet you'd love for him to show you some more 'exercises' to use in your everyday life?"

"R-Really? L-Like what?"

"Why don't you step into my office, and I'll show you?" He said, though his tone sounding more like an order than a request.

He led the way and I followed, my legs shaking as I walked.

He opened his office door and ushered me inside. I took a seat on the couch to the left of his desk and immediately relaxed a bit as I noticed he didn't lock the door behind him as he stepped inside. Well, at least I can leave if I have second thoughts, I thought to myself. Little did I know how wrong I was.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to get more comfortable," he said.

I felt my face heat up as I watched him slip off his gym shorts, revealing no underwear, or even a jockstrap underneath. His cock wasn't even fully hard but it was already massive.

He sat down next to me and put his strong arm around my shoulder.

"S-So, why am I here, exactly, Coach Garoh?" I asked.

"You think I haven't noticed the way you space out in class, admiring this?" He boasted, patting his belly.

I blushed even harder and let out a nervous giggle.

He reached into his minifridge next to the couch and pulled out some drinks.

"Powerade?" He asked, offering me a bottle.

"Sure."

I opened the bottle and took a swig of the punch flavored energy drink.

"So, you wrote that note and had Norman deliver it to me?" I asked.

"Might have been a bit too intimidated if I'd delivered it myself," he teased, giving my shoulder a playful squeeze.

"Yeah, I definitely would have," I giggled nervously. "So, what kind of 'exercises' were you going to show me?"

"Well, I guess first I should know what you've done before," he asked with a smirk.

I felt my face heat up and shifted a bit on the couch. I still couldn't believe I was having a conversation like this with my coach.

"I've done a few things, with a few older guys... but mostly with my dad," I admitted.

"Oh really?" He asked, giving me a very devious look. "How interesting..."

"You're not freaked out by it or anything?"

"Not at all, me and my son have a special way of bonding too," he admitted.

My mouth fell open, I was stunned. I'd never met anyone else who had the same relationship me and my dad did. He gave me a playful squeeze.

"If only all boys were as close with their dads," he added with a hardy laugh.

I began to relax, resting against his soft but firm frame, rubbing his belly gently. He let out a deep sigh of content.

"Y-Yeah..." I agreed. "The way I see it, sons should show appreciation to their dads in the most intimate of ways."

"That's what I like to hear!" He boomed, squeezing me again. "So, you like playing with other older men?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah."

I stuck out my tongue and gently licked his nipple while continuing to rub his belly, making him growl. He slid his paw down my back and tightly groped my butt.

"Looks like someone wants to be coach's pup this evening." He growled with a toothy grin.

I blushed under my fur. I really shouldn't be doing this, I thought to myself. While coach was definitely my type, it was a bit strange how forward he was being, flirting with a student. It seemed like he was taking a big risk, I could report him to the dean and get him fired if I wanted. But I was enjoying this, and he hadn't really done anything that I thought was too much yet, so I nodded in response.

He got up from the couch and walked back to his desk, opening the drawer.

"Well, if you're going to be a pup," he explained, pulling something out of his desk drawer, "you're going to have to do it proper!"

He presented to me some sort of red and black S&M looking mask, in the shape of a canine's head.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"Just something, that'd look real sexy on you," he answered with a wink.

"Looks like some kind of gimp mask."

"C'mon, just try it on, I've even got a mirror for you," he said, taking one out of the drawer.

I'd never worn any gear like that when I fooled around with my dad. The leash and collar were very enticing, but the mask seemed a bit much to me, I mean, I was already a canine, wasn't I? It seemed a bit redundant. But curiosity got the better of me.

"Meh, alright," I answered.

I took it from him and slipped it on over my head. It was a bit snug, but still more comfortable than I thought it'd be.

"How do I look?"

"See for yourself," he said, turning the mirror toward me.

I looked at my reflection, and I had to admit, it did look kind of handsome on me. The red-and-black color scheme was actually my favorite kind, and I absolutely loved the pointy ears. Though, something started to feel strange. I felt kind of tingly, especially at the back of my head.

"Uh, Coach, what's this thing made of? I feel kind of weird..."

"Just neoprene."

"Can you be allergic to neoprene? My body feels kind of tingly."

"Oh, you're just still nervous," he insisted, "relax and Coach will talk you through it."

He sounded reassuring, though I thought I detected a devious tone in his voice.

"If you say so."

"Now, why don't you be a good boy, and give Coach's cock some licks," he suggested, sitting back down on the couch and spreading his legs.

I was a bit flustered, not expecting him to be so direct. It was true that I'd sucked cock before, but his might have been the biggest I'd seen at that point, I really wasn't sure I could handle it.

"I-I'm not sure..." At least that's what I wanted to say, but what actually came out was,

"S-Sure."

Wait, what? I thought to myself, as I got on my knees in between his legs. That's not what I wanted to say! I looked up and saw him sporting a fanged grin that sent a chill up my spine. As I wrapped my paw around his thick shaft and began dragging my tongue across the musky tip, I started to feel lightheaded.

"C-Coach, I'm starting to feel stranger..."

Was my speech getting slurred?

"You're doing fine," he said reassuringly, patting my head.

"D-Did you put something in that Powerade you gave me?" I accused.

"It's just nerves," he insisted, "relax and focus on my eyes..."

That was an odd thing to say, I thought.

He pushed back gently on my head, tilting it up and forcing me to make eye contact with him while I fellated his cock. I looked deep into them, and immediately felt even worse, something was definitely wrong. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't seem to force myself to, I just continued to stare back and lap away at his ever-hardening member.

"That's right, focus on Coach's eyes, and his voice..." he said in a soothing tone.

His eyes seemed off, I couldn't explain it, but it seemed like some sort of power was emanating from them. Was it some sort of hypnosis? But that was just something that happened in movies, right?

"You are no longer in control," he went on. "Once the process is complete, you'll belong to me."

W-What?! I thought. This was just some sort of kinky dominant roleplay, right?

"Now repeat after me," he continued, his stare somehow reaching through my eyes and into my head, "'Coach Garoh is my master.'"

"Coach! What's going on!" I tried to say, but just like earlier, something different came out.

"Coach Garoh is my master..." I heard myself repeat in a blank, emotionless tone.

"'I will be his loyal pup, forever,'" he went on, stroking the top of my head.

"I don't want to do this anymore!" I tried my hardest to shout.

"I will be... his loyal pup..." I recited in the same emotionless tone, "forever."

As the bear's grin widened, my cock hardened.

"'I will never question my master.'"

"STOP IT!" I continued to try and fight the control.

"I will never question... my master..."

But it was no use.

My body was trembling still trying to fight whatever power the bear had over me, but I continued to pleasure him, taking his cock further into my mouth and letting out a needy moan. I felt my arm reach down and begin jerking myself off while I pleasured my coach.

"The power of the mask won't allow you," he said with a deep chuckle.

The mask! I thought to myself. My inner voice sounded like it was getting harder and harder to hear by the second. The mask is doing something to me! I had to get it off!

"That's right, that mask will make you my obedient little pet, for the rest of your life," he said gleefully.

I forced my paws to the bottom of the mask, trying to will myself to remove it, only to make Coach Garoh let out a booming laugh at my attempt.

"You won't be able to take it off until I'm ready for you to, and right now," he explained, gripping my bottom jaw and pulling me closer to him, "I'm not ready yet..." The closer his gaze got to mine, the stronger the control got. "Now instead of wasting your time with that mask, worship your master with those paws, like a good boy."

My paws slowly turned their attention away from it and reached up, landing on his soft belly and chest and began to rub and massage them, making him growl with pleasure. Meanwhile, it felt like an invisible hand was forcing my head up and down on that thick piece of meat between his legs. I could feel tears starting to stream down my face as I continued to try and break free from this devious ursine's hold on me.

I deepthroated his cock and caressed his pecs, feeling as if my body was going numb as my ability to resist weakened. Meanwhile he continued to look down at me with a sinister grin.

I kept looking up at him, trying to communicate my desperation with my eyes, wanting to appeal to any humanity the older bear had, and get him to have pity on me and see that I didn't want to go through with this.

"P-Please," I tried to beg, "help me!"

I felt my stomach tighten up after I heard what came out of my mouth instead,

"P-Please," I begged desperately, "_fuck_me!"

He smiled down at me and let out an amused chuckle before reaching in between the couch cushions and pulling something out.

"I know you want it pup," he whispered, reaching down and petting the top of my head like I was a pet, "but it's too early for that yet."

He then held up what he'd pulled out of the couch in front of me and I felt my eyes widen with horror. It was a collar and leash. Time seemed to slow down as he reached down with the collar to fasten it around my neck.

"Only good pups get to be bred by their master," he teased, "and we still need to see just how much of a good, obedient little pup you can be."

Don't let him control you! I heard what was left of my inner voice scream in my head. Fight back! This is your body! Not his! I desperately tried to find the will to resist as the collar wrapped around my neck. Don't let this happen! You have to--

And with the click of the collar fitting around my neck, my inner voice was gone. I couldn't hear it anymore. In fact, I couldn't hear anything in my head, no thoughts, no emotion, just blank space, like I was a soulless doll.

"Ease up on the cock for now, pup," he ordered.

My head slowly lifted itself off his cock and looked up at him, panting like a feral dog while he held my leash. It was like some sick puppet show!

"Before we can continue," he explained, leading me over to the middle of his office, "Master's got to inspect his new pup, to make sure he's nice and healthy."

I stood there on all fours, stiff as a board as I felt his strong paws begin to stroke and prod my body. I panted like a feral as he slid his paw underneath me and stroked my knotted cock.

"Mighty fine tool you have there," he complimented before reaching into his desk for something else. "Unfortunately, we can't have you focusing on your own pleasure before your master's."

I continued to just sit there, not reacting as he showed me some sort of strange device that I couldn't figure out what was for. It looked like some kind of case for something, but what?

"Now, just relax and let that naughty boy go back in his sheath," he teased.

Once I felt my member go down, Coach reached down with the device and put it around my sheath and balls. I heard a click as it locked in place. He knelt down in front of me and looked me in the eyes with a slightly sympathetic look.

"Now, I know this might seem unfair, pup, but it's all part of the training to make sure you know where your focus needs to be," he explained, patting the side of my face. "I can't have my pups orgasming before their master."

I let out a defeated whimper.

"But, if you're a fast learner," he added, petting me again, "I'll be able to remove it sooner rather than later."

I wagged my tail hopefully.

"Now to inspect the rest of you."

He walked around behind me and ran his paw down my butt.

"Lift that tail, nice and high," he ordered.

I obeyed.

"Good boy."

He let out a deep growl as he ran his thumb across my tailhole.

"Eventually, I'm going to pump so many loads in here, that anyone else who tries to fuck you will be able to smell my scent and know that you're Garoh's personal cum dump."

"Ruff!" I barked excitedly.

"Let's see how tight you are."

I let out a small yelp as I felt him push his thick index finger inside me. My back arched and I let out pleasured whines and whimpers as he probed deeper inside me. My whimpers turned sad as I felt my cock straining to get hard against the chastity cage. He chuckled at my frustration and proceeded to push his finger in and out, making me whine harder for release, knowing I would never get it without his permission.

"Nice and tight," he remarked before pulling his digit out, "but I don't think you'll need too much training before you'll be ready for your master's cock."

I looked up at his fat member and panted needily, beginning to drool on the floor at the mere sight of it.

"Until then," he went on, leading me back to the couch, "you won't be taking anyone else's loads until your master claims you, understand?" He asked, yanking my leash so that my face was an inch away from his.

I whined and nodded.

"I don't care how long it takes to prepare you, the next load you feel shoot inside you will be mine."

I let out a yelp as he firmly spanked my ass. He then reached down and wiggled his erect cock back and forth enticingly. My eyes followed it like it was a dog bone for me to chew on.

"You want it don't you pup?"

I let out an excited arf.

"Well, you did pretty good during your inspection, didn't even try to resist or bite when I put your chastity cage on, I think you've earned a treat," he said with a wink.

My tail wagged behind me rapidly.

"But you still have to work for it, of course," he said with a chuckle.

He gave my leash a gentle tug, signaling me to come closer. My muzzle was now inches from his cock, but I didn't dare touch it until he said so. He noticed this restraint, giving me a smile and a firm pet on the top of my head.

"Not acting without orders. See? You'll have that cage removed in no time. Now, be a good pup and slobber on my cock."

Once he gave the word, I was on it in seconds, attacking the musky shaft with my wet tongue and running my paws up and down his body. I wrapped my muzzle around it as best I could and took it to the back of my throat.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah, pup," Master growled.

I moaned at the taste of his salty precum, slurping it down with gusto.

"Yeah, you like fat, uncut bear cock, don't you slut?"

I felt him place both his paws on the side of my head and began forcing my head up and down, face-fucking me like a toy. I let out pleasured whines and whimpers, wanting my master to use my body in whatever way he needed to pleasure himself. My vision got a bit blurry as he continued to rapidly thrust into my muzzle, his long shaft being forced right down my esophagus.

I thought I might pass out until he yanked his cock from my mouth and began slapping it against my muzzle. I took a deep breath, inhaling his manly musk, while he tapped his wet cock against my nose. I looked up at him, feeling his gaze of dominance make my fur stand on end.

"A little while ago, you were so nervous to take your proper place on your knees in front of Coach. Now look at you."

He placed his paw at the back of my head again and resumed pushing me up and down, this time at a slower, steadier pace. He let out deep, pleasured breaths while his cock throbbed in my mouth.

"Damn, I'll have to keep you under my desk during the week when I'm grading papers," he moaned with a chuckle.

I looked up at him in admiration. How could I have been so apprehensive of submitting to him before? I should have felt privileged that a strong ursine like this wanted to grace my muzzle with his member.

"Pretty soon, you won't have to stay in the dorms anymore," he panted. "I'll bring you to my basement with the rest of my pups, where you can worship me whenever I want."

My tail wagged with excitement. That sounded amazing to be able to be around my master more than I was already, prepared to let him use me whenever he wanted!

"I can see it now," he fantasized out loud, "coming home from a long day of coaching, you on all fours in front of me, with my feet resting on your back while I show my cub, Rai how much his daddy missed him at work."

I felt him lift one of his legs up and rest it against my lower back while I kept sucking him off. My body trembled at this idea, I began moving my head faster than the pace Master was going.

"Maybe if you're a good boy and stay like that until I'm done bonding with my son, you'll get his sloppy seconds," he went on, rubbing my head affectionately.

I let out a moan like a needy bitch in heat. I imagined the large bear sliding his cum-covered cock into my ass and fucking me roughly until my belly swelled with his seed. That was a position any pup like me should strive for.

I continued to deepthroat that thick piece of meat and could tell by his growling that I was close to getting the treat I craved. I greedily bobbed my head up and down until Master, once again grabbed my head in his paws and took control himself. Humping my mouth hard and fast.

"Oh yeah, take it!" He growled. "Take it all, pup!"

He pulled my head as far down as it could go and fucked the back of my throat.

"Choke on that fat, bear cock, slut!" He panted. "Swallow all of it!"

I managed to suppress my gag reflex and began to wag my tail when I felt thick, warm spurts of my master's cum shoot down my throat and into my belly, making me feel warm inside.

Master kept my head held there as I looked up at him, feeling his cock throbbing at the back of my throat.

"Hold it there pup," he warned. "I don't want to see a single drop on the floor."

My eyes began to roll to the back of my head as his orgasm came to an end. Once he was done, he let go of my head and let me slip off his cock and fall back at his feet, taking deep breaths of fresh air after having his shaft down my throat for so long.

He moved his right foot and rested it against my face, further cementing where my place was. I whined obediently and licked his feet to show my gratitude like a good pup. He chuckled deeply and spread his toes to allow me access.

"Alright pup, get on your knees and beg," he commanded, lifting his foot off me.

I did so, acting like a pet dog, putting my paws up under my chin and whining needily.

"Your master is about to mark you as his, and after he does, you be a good boy and lick up whatever you don't catch in that muzzle."

I nodded obediently.

With a grin, he held his semi flaccid cock in between his fingers and aimed it down at me.

He let out a deep sigh before the warm piss shot from his urethra, spraying all over my muzzle. I opened up and caught as much of it in my mouth as I could, slurping down my master's piss. An hour ago, I would have been disgusted at the very idea of doing this, but thanks to the mask, I no longer had any reservations about anything anymore, or any free thoughts of my own. I was a mindless pet, with only one desire, to serve and please my master in whatever way he wanted me to.

Soon the warm stream slowed to trickle as his bladder ran empty. Once he stopped, I did as he ordered and began lapping up the stray piss off the floor, hearing him chuckle deeply as he watched me. I wagged my tail as I cleaned up my master's scent from his office floor. I felt him rest his foot paw on top of my back, forcing me to struggle to hold myself up and continue cleaning up.

"Such a good boy," he spoke in a deep, dominant voice. "No autonomy left, only obedience. Don't worry, once I take off your mask, you'll still be able to go to class and live your life outside of our little sessions with no side-effects. But now that I've imprinted on you, you'll always obey your master, no matter what."

I whimpered and whined, as I cleaned up the last of it, allowing him to push my body down with his foot, pinning me to the floor. I felt him grab the back of the pup mask and slowly pull it off my head. I no longer felt like a feral and felt like I could talk again.

"Now, who owns you?" He asked, looking down at me.

I looked up at him out of the corner of my eye, his massive foot still pinning me to the floor.

"Y-You, Master Garoh..." I managed to choke out.

"Good boy," he growled.

I felt him reach down and pet the top of my head affectionately.

"And I know you'll never forget it," he said confidently.

He removed his foot from my back and allowed me to push myself up.

"One weekend I'll introduce you to my other pups."

"H-How many more are there?" I asked.

"Psh, so many that some have graduated and don't live close by anymore," he explained. "But, they're all still just as loyal to their master as the day I imprinted on them. You've already met one of them..."

He looked down at me and flashed his eyes again, making my fur stand on end.

"Y-You mean Norman?"

He nodded.

"You'll like it, think of it like a secret, exclusive fraternity that you've been chosen to be a part of."

"W-Wow, sounds really exciting Coach..."

He pulled me into a playful headlock and ruffled my head fur.

"That's 'Master' or 'sir' outside of class, pup."

"Y-Yes sir," I corrected.

"Good boy, now do me a favor and unlock your phone for me."

Before I even thought to do it, I already had my phone out, unlocked it and handed it to him.

"Are you giving me your number?" I asked.

"How else am I going to tell my new pup to bring his muzzle into my office for a good face-fucking?" He teased as he added his contact to it.

I laughed nervously as he handed the phone back to me.

"Now, how about I walk my pup back to his dorm on the way to my car?"

"S-Sure, Master..."

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Once I made it back to my dorm I climbed up the stairs to my floor and thought a bit about what had transpired. My coach had really just used some sort of weird hypnosis to condition me into following his every command.

I knew I should have been horrified, and it was probably just my brainwashed mind talking, but just thinking about my new master made my cock strain against my new chastity cage. I let out a whine as I was reminded of my encased cock. I took my pants and underwear off and examined it. There was no getting it off without the key.

"Aw man," I sulked. "My first night without pawing off..."

But I knew my place now, I wanted to be a good boy for my master, so I lay down in my bed and began to doze off, knowing that all my dreams from now on would be filled with images of my master.

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