Tokeki’s heart thudded in his chest as his feet thudded against the wrestling mat. The whole team was running in a circle around the wrestling room. Coach was standing within the circle, off from the wrestling ring in the middle. “Kyle, Chris, center!” he shouted. Two of the smallest guys on the team- a Pikachu and Gaomon- split off from the team and ran to the center. They took their stances, the whistle chirped out, and they launched at each other. 

Two and a half months into the wrestling season, and Coach had been going hard on the entire team. Poor placements in a tournament the previous weekend only had him pushing them harder. It wasn’t entirely unjust- the team definitely could do better. They’d beaten most the schools attending the tournament one-on-one. Coach didn’t know it, of course, but the team had spent the prior night celebrating a couple birthdays. Of course, there was beer, and the tournament went poorly as anyone would expect. 

Now, half-way through the week, the team were sweat-drenched and practicing late. Kyle- the Pikachu- was on his back quickly, the gaomon pinning his opponent. Both exhausted, sloppy in their movements. Teammates heckled and teased as they both got up, straight back to running. 

“Is ANYONE in this room a wrestler? As I recall, wrestles are committed, and wrestlers finish strong! I want to go home. Does anyone else want to go home?” His voice boomed through the wrestling room. There was a pause, the thudding and panting of the team running echoing. Then, finally, “Jay! Tokeki!”. 

Tokeki stumbled at his name and turned. He jogged to the ring on the wrestling mat. From the other side of the room ran in an exveemon. The two knew each other well; the same weight class, competing for the varsity spot in it. They’d shuffle now and then- there were a couple others in their weight class, or mix it up to the wrestlers ten pounds lighter or heavier. But Coach had these two going at it often. Doubly so since, nearly two months ago, Tokeki had begun private ‘lessons’ with the blackwargreymon. Tokeki thought it might be some kind of turn on. Coach always went a couple extra rounds after watching the two at it. 

Each set up, panting and staring at each other, as coach called out, “Are these two going to be your ticket home? You better kick some ass or we’ll be running straight until classes tomorrow morning!”. That earned a groan from the team and several shouts- encouragement and threats alike. Coach grinned and raised his whistle- only to hold it between his lips, letting the tension build. 

The whistle rang out. Jay went in high, planning to lock up with Tokeki as they always did. The cherry dragon feinted, but dove in low. He grunted when Jay’s stomach landed over his shoulder. Tokeki wrapped one arm between Jay’s thighs, the other going to the exveemon’s chest. Before Jay could respond Tokeki strained, pushing with his legs best he could. The exveemon went up, legs free of the floor. Tokeki leaned opposite, dumping Jay onto the mat back first. Screams, ‘Ohhhhh!’ rang out in the team as Tokeki pounced atop Jay, pinning him. The whistle blew again, long and loud. Tokeki slipped back, off the digimon. 

“That, boys, is what I wanted to see! … Illegal in an official match, but looked damn fine. Get the hell outta here, get some sleep, be ready for tomorrow.”

The wrestlers were heading for the door even as Coach talked. Except Jay and Tokeki. The exveemon sat up, glaring at Tokeki. He reached out to smack the dragon, grunting, “Fucker.” Tokeki barely leaned out of range in time- then Coach was on them. His huge, black hand wrapped around Jay’s arm, squeezing and yanking the Exveemon up, until he was hanging by his arm, feet off the ground. 

“Ohhh, Jay! I was hoping you’d volunteer for some extra training.”. Coach looked over to the door, where the rest of the team stood, frozen, watching. “Anyone else want an extra workout?”. The room cleared immediately. 

Jay fell to his feet when released, Tokeki standing up, looking wary. The exveemon and cherry dragon facing one another, coach beside the two. 

“Now. What’ve we got going on here? You have something to say to Tokeki here, Jay? Or do I gotta go all coach like and figure out what’s going on in that blue head of yours?”. 

Jay looked to Coach, back to Tokeki. “That was fuckin’ bullshit, an-,” Coach’s large hand landing on Jay’s shoulder silenced him. 

Coach continued, before Jay could speak up again, before Tokeki could respond. “That was gorgeous, and he picked that up watching you do it to poor James last week. And that boy’s two weight classes under you. Now the hell is this about, then?”

Jay went silent, just glaring at Tokeki. The silence went on, Tokeki looking away from the glare, up to Coach. His tail swayed nervously. He had no idea where this was going, but he had a suspicion it wasn’t anywhere good. 

Finally, Coach spoke up, “You jealous that Tokeki’s been training extra with me?” Jay finally looked back to Coach, but the blackwargreymon continued. “Or you just pissy ‘cause you’re hungry for this dragon? I’ve seen those extra grabs you’ve been giving, and you eyeing his ass. And that hardon Tokeki got a couple weeks ago.” Tokeki’s blush getting all the worse. What a nightmare it had been, getting hard mid-practice because Coach had his shoes and socks off. 

Both the wrestlers were staring at Coach, mouths hanging open. Tokeki’s snapped shut, his face feeling hot. Jay finally gathered his senses and shook his head, “The fuck you talkin’ about? I’m-,” 

A squeeze from Coach’s hand silenced the exveemon. His hand slipped off, coach shrugging. “I ain’t gonna be your psychiatrist, kid. I saw what I saw.” He moved toward the exit door, “Tokeki here’s a real good fuck.” His hand swatted Tokeki’s ass as he passed, “You wanan talk about it, you both head to my office after the lockers are cleared out.”

With that, Coach just left. Like he hadn’t done a thing in the world. Jay and Tokeki’s eyes met briefly before Jay made a bee line for the door. Tokeki knew his face was hot as it’d ever been, but- to his surprise- Jay was blushing too. Tokeki was half-certain Coach was crazy, but that blush… maybe Coach wasn’t entirely wrong. 

Tokeki headed out, straight to his locker. He looked up, through the large office window, at Coach. The blackwargreymon was bent over, taking his shoes off, then stood, taking his shirt off. It was difficult not to stare. Tokeki’s tongue had been over every inch of that body, several times now, and he’d had more blackwargreymon cum pumped into him than Tokeki would make in his lifetime. Coach turned, eyes catching Tokeki’s. A broad smile spread over that dark muzzle. Cocky, proud. He turned and got back to his desk, sitting back in his seat. 

Tokeki pulled his sweat-soaked shirt off. He dropped it to the ground, making a loud, wet splat. He sat back on the bench and lifted one leg, undoing his wrestling shoe. He tossed it into the locker, then repeated with the other. He sat there, still recovering from the exertion, letting the cold air of the locker room cool his sweaty body. He closed his eyes, relaxing, listening as the locker room became steadily quieter. Wrestlers leaving, chatter dying down. Most eager to get home, to get food, famished after such exertion and a long day of classes. 

When his eyes opened, Tokeki looked back to the office. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Coach talking to Jay. Coach was at his desk, feet propped up. Jay was standing, awkward looking, wearing his t-shirt and exercise shorts still. Tokeki couldn’t help but watch as they talked. Jay clearly nervous, fidgety, uncomfortable. Coach looking cocky and headstrong as ever. After a bit, Coach looked down again. Tokeki startled, but quickly stood as Coach gestured him to come up. 

As he walked toward the office, Tokeki realized he had relaxed longer than he had intended. The locker room was empty. Tokeki hadn’t planned for a ‘date’ with Coach tonight, so he would have headed out earlier- but the events of practice had left him with a busy mind. And now, as he stepped up the concrete stairs, he felt his heart fluttering and stomach churning anxiously. Almost like the first night he had been called to Coaches office. 

When he entered, both sets of eyes were on him. Tokeki locked his gaze on Coach, too nervous to look at Jay. Tokeki took in a breath, forcing a smile, “What’s up, c…” a raised eyebrow stopped him. Coach smirking a little. Tokeki knowing exactly why- ‘Coach’ wasn’t allowed in this office. Tokeki’s eyes flicked to Jay, then back. He started again, “Y… yes, sir?”

Jay’s eyes widened, surprised and intrigued. As if something finally made sense- something had been confirmed. Jay looked back to Coach as well, as the deep, powerful voice spoke up once more. “Jay here and I have been talking. About distraction, and learning to focus. You know, I’m sure.” Tokeki timidly nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Well, Jay’s come to terms with the fact- you distract him, just as I did for you. And we think the need is to… indulge. However,” he trailed off, smiling a bit wider. “He’s looking to fuck you in the ass, but… we both know that ass is mine.” 

Coach finally moved. His feet off the desk, to the floor. He turned fully, stood, and moved around the front of the desk, sitting back against it. His hand reached out, grabbing Jay and pulling him closer. “So we came to a deal. Jay here’s gonna fuck you, but… I get to pop his cherry, any way I like. Sounds like a fair deal, right?”

Tokeki was dumbfounded. Sure, he’d been fucking Coach for weeks now, but that was pretty much all his experience. To suddenly have a third thrown in, to lift tail just because he’d been ordered- it was a lot to take in. Worse, Coach just got to it. Thumbs into his shorts, jock, pushing them off. Dropping to the floor. He sat back on his desk, his cock hanging free. When Jay didn’t follow, Coach reached out and grabbed the back of his shorts- pushing them, and Jay’s jock, down to mid-thigh. Jay looked awkward for a moment, then pulled his shirt up and away, tossing it to the floor. Letting his shorts drop down to the floor. 

Jay’s eyes went to Coach’s cock. His jaw dropped, eyes wide as they could be, shocked by the monster of a shaft. Realizing what a mistake he might have made, negotiating his virgin ass. Tokeki’s eyes were, instead, on Jay’s junk. He finally gathered the wits to say, “Yes, sir. Sounds great,” his tone still uncertain. Jay was pretty different than Coach. His cock three or so inches long, foreskin hanging off the tip in an excessive wind sock. It looked thick, though. The nuts beneath looked fat and heavy, dangling nicely, the cock nestled into the groove above and between them. Tokeki couldn’t help but lick his lips. Coach’s special ‘training’ had given Tokeki a taste for foreskin, and this looked so different, so unique. 

“Lets get to it. Tokeki, you’ve always wanted to suck two cocks at once, right?” Coach reached out, pulling Jay to sit next to him. Jay finally tore his eyes away from Coach’s black python to meet his yellow eyes. Coach grinned real wide, “Don’t worry about that thing. Just relax, yeah?” His arm rested over Jay’s shoulders, the other reaching to stroke at Jay’s chin. “You’re a real hot fella, I’m sure you’ll be a natural at this,” Coach continued. He followed it by leaning in, his lips meeting Jay’s. The exveemon looked uncomfortable, unsure- but yielded into the kiss, while his eyes remained open. 

Watching, alone, had Tokeki painfully hard. He had never thought of going down on two guys at once before but the idea was suddenly incredibly appealing- his mouth already watering. He pushed his shorts down and off, letting his cock spring free. As he made his way in, left in naught but his socks, Jay looked over. His eyes traced up and down Tokeki, attention only returning to Coach as the blackwargreymon’s tongue invaded his mouth. Finally, Jay shut his eyes and fully engaged in the kiss. Heads turning, muzzles locking together as tongues played. 

Tokeki kneeled just before the two digimon, his head already swimming in male musk, a miasma between the two. One paw took Coach’s familiar cock. Fat, heavy, half-stiff already. He gripped mid-shaft, lifting and stroking up and down. Pre pouring out from Coach’s heavy foreskin as it peeled back, exposing the glans within. With one paw working, he turned his attention to Jay. New territory, vastly different. It seemed Jay was enjoying the kissing. His cock was considerably longer now- maybe seven, eight inches? And still looked like it had room to grow. Despite being one hell of a grower, Jay still had a real long foreskin hanging off the tip of his dick. Unlike Coach’s thick, bunched up hood, it was thinner, tighter- the glans more defined through the extra skin. 

Tokeki cupped Jay’s nuts, leaning in and nosing at the root of Jay’s cock. He took a slow sniff, curious, tentative. It couldn’t be more different than Coach’s scent. It didn’t have the rich, mature, cocoa nib… ‘Coach’ness to it, a best Tokeki could describe. Jay’s scent was stronger, a touch bitter, spicier. Not bad, but very different. A second huff helped Tokeki decide he liked it- even if he liked Coach’s better. 

Tokeki’s paw left Coach’s cock, moving to grip Jay’s. The cock was stiff now, pointing straight out from Jay’s white groin. It was so stark a contrast from Coach’s black crotch, with silky yellow pubes framing his junk. Jay’s cock was a nice nine inches and had a matching thickness. A little thinner than Tokeki’s stiff cock, but it felt almost familiar in his paw. The dragon watched as his paw descended down the length. The bit of overhang drew back, then rolled back off the glans, white foreskin peeling back to reveal a pink glans beneath. Jay broke the kiss and drew back, hissing a pleasured moan. Tokeki continued, slowly, until the pink mushroom swelled out, free of its covering. The pink flesh was slick and slimy, the frenulum tight when peeled back. 

“Not bad.” Coach mumbled as he sat up a bit straighter. He took his cock in his paw, stroking himself slowly. “Tokeki, get this boy nice and wet for your tail. Go easy on him, though. Can’t expect a virgin to go as many rounds as I can.”

Jay looked curiously to Coach, then back to Tokeki. His expression again unsure, excited, nervous. His cock flexed firmly, the glans swelling before relaxing again. Tokeki rolled his paw back upward, foreskin building up at the back of Jay’s glans before it overcame and engulfed the tip once more. Another soft grunt left Jay, his cock flexing and pre dribbling into his foreskin, then slowly out the tip. 

Tokeki nodded, “Yes sir,” before he went in. His muzzle wrapping around the last couple inches of Jay’s shaft. He suckled gently, paw stroking the shaft while his tongue got at Jay’s foreskin. Thinner than Coach’s, Tokeki had to wiggle his tongue tip and push, steadily working to get his tongue to slip inside. An expert at Frenching an uncut cock, thanks to Coach. When his tongue worked in, Jay tensed up and slapped a hand atop Tokeki’s head, pushing. The cherry dragon grunted, but let more of the cock between his lips. His tongue slipped around Jay’s glans, slipping left between the foreskin and glans, then around right. Familiar tastes of pre and cock teased his taste buds. A touch more bitter than Coach, the pre saltier than Coach’s sweet, taste matching Jay’ scent. 

But it was good. Enough that his paw stroked down, peeling Jay’s foreskin back again, letting his tongue slather the glans as it sunk down into his throat. Tokeki moved his hand down, cupping Jay’s nuts and massaging them- a heavy, fat orb in each hand. His lips and nose pressed to Jay’s groin, the dragon suckling, licking, and swallowing on the cock. Coach let out a hearty laugh at Jay’s reaction. Tense, squirming, hands clenching against the desk. 

“Looks like you’re a bit pent up, huh? Tokeki, this guy needs a break.” 

Tokeki was reluctant as he drew off, licking the belly of Jay’s cock, teasing at the tip before it was freed. The cock left slick with dragon drool. Tokeki grinned at his work, looking up between the two. Something was hot, having two sets of eyes on him, looking past two stiff cocks. He eagerly looked, back and forth, then moved over to Coach’s cock. A black paw reached out, holding Tokeki’s muzzle away.

“You’ve had plenty of that. We’ve got a deal, remember?” Coach rumbled, looking over to Jay. He rumbled a moment, thinking. “Let’s give you a bit of a breather. Tokeki here’s a real foot slut, and he gets fucked real nice after having some. Hop up on the desk.”. 

Tokeki was suddenly bashful again. Having his desires laid so barren before another made him squirm inside- that only aroused coach all the more. But Jay seemed amused, or into it. He hopped up on the desk without a thought, legs lifting a little, toes splaying in their socks. Tokeki sat back on the ground, scooting closer. Sure, he was embarrassed- but his love of feet had only grown as he indulged in Coach’s. Tokeki’s excitement grew as he pulled off those grayed white socks and found that the powerful blue feet beneath were mouthwateringly beautiful. 

Tokeki scooted forward, lifting both the feet. Sandwiching his muzzle and face between blue soles. They were firm, the flesh thick and hot. A long huff filled Tokeki’s lungs with the heady scent of paws. Again, different from Coach’s, but good. Hotter in scent, the sweat a touch different- but still feet. The scent made Tokeki’s cock achingly hard. He started rubbing his face over the soles, up to the toes. Sniffing and puffing hot, damp breaths against them. His tongue slipped out, curling up between jay’s toes, stroking along the spaces between. The flavor spreading over his tongue, feeding his addiction for feet. 

Jay fidgeted a little, the sensations new. Bizarre, but pleasurable. As Tokeki licked away, Coach reached and grabbed one of Jay’s hands. Leading it over to his cock, pressing white palm upon his black cock. Jay looked to the cock in his hand, up to the blackwargreymon, and black down. Tokeki and Jay had decent cocks, but Coach’s was at least their length and a third again, and thick enough to put both them to shame. Jay reached out his other hand, grabbing the shaft together. He stroked up, pushed all the way down, then back up. 

“Jesus, coach, this is,” He was suddenly cut off, Coach’s arm squeezing Jay’s shoulders. 

“In here, you call me sir. Just like Tokeki down there,” Coach teased with a grin. “But yeah, I’m packin’. Fits real nice in Tokeki here.” Coach’s foot reached out, stroking Tokeki’s side. Jay was still rubbing slowly, staring at that black cock in his paw. Coach chuckled, grunting, “He ain’t as scary as he looks,” Coach encouraged. 

“Gotchya, c… sir.” Jay mumbled, his hands moving back down toward the base of Coach’s shaft. The coal-black foreskin peeling back, revealing a dusky, black-cherry colored glans. He kept working until Coach grunted, frenulum taut, the groove behind Coach’s glans revealed. “Your dick’s real… different,” a moment of pause, “Sir. Uhm… Your foreskin…”

Coach chuckled, eyes watching as Tokeki suckled on toes, eyes closed. The cherry dragon could go for hours on feet- he’d done it before, with Coach’s. The blackwargreymon rumbled, “Yeah. First time handling another man’s dick huh? But yeah, looks like I got a thicker hood than you. Dick’s a dick though. You should get a taste.” 

Jay’s hands were still stroking up and down, mesmerized at how smoothly the dark foreskin rolled up and down, engulfing and releasing the glans. It went far smoother than his own, that got stuck behind his mushroom head. He kept at it, despite Coach’s words- until the encouragement got physical. Coach’s hand lifted off Jay’s far shoulder, up to the back of the exveemon’s head. He wasn’t forced down, but a firm pressure was sure encouraging him closer to the huge black shaft. 

Jay sniffed as he got close, his face contorting a little. He’d fantasized about sucking cocks so many times before, but it was still intimidating- let alone one so huge. His paws moved back up, and he started as Tokeki had with him- his tongue extending, slipping between Coach’s thick foreskin and the plump glans within. His tongue sunk deeper, and deeper, until he could push no further. The tip getting just at the back of Coach’s glans, running along that groove behind it. His tongue curled left, then right, running around under the head. His tongue tip pushed forward and back, teasing and stretching Coach’s frenulum. 

The taste wasn’t what he was expecting- he didn’t even really know what he expected- but it wasn’t bad. Nor was he sure what he was doing, but the way Coach groaned out was encouraging. He kept at it, paws stroking while his tongue worked. It was hard to focus, with a tongue running along the arches of his feet. Then, to add to it- more pressure behind his head. He leaned in further, lips pushing to the foreskin his tongue was within. A little more pressure and his muzzle opened, finally taking Coach’s cock inside it. The sensation was so filling, the fat cock pressing against his tongue, the roof of his maw, teasing at his cheeks. He kept going, until the tip nudged at his throat. Instantly he gagged and backed off an inch, eyes turning up to Coach. 

Coach’s cocky grin was still wide, bright teeth contrasting the dark muzzle. His hand rubbed at the back of Jay’s head, squeezing.

“Careful there. Not everyone’s a natural sleeve like Tokeki here. Just… take ya time. Mmm…” he trailed off, watching as Jay went up an inch, then back down, suckling harder. “In fact, let me help you there. These balls got a lot to give, and we still gotta get that pretty blue tail of yours lifted.”

Jay grunted at the thought, his eyes narrowing. With everything going on, he’d nearly forgotten his deal with Coach. He looked down to the floor, where Tokeki laid on his back. The dragon had gathered Coach and his feet together, Coach’s socks off. Tokeki had his muzzle sandwiched between one foot of each, black on one side, blue on the other. Jay’s other foot was resting on the dragon’s stomach. He reached it out, curiously, and slid Tokeki’s turgid cock between his largest and second toe. The dragon grunted and squeaked excitedly, hips pushing up, pre spurting onto his belly. Something about it was curious to Jay, but the way the dragon huffed and sniffed at their toes was… gross, but fascinating. Jay had never thought about it, but how into it Tokeki was really turned Jay on. 

Jay’s attention was soon back on the cock in his mouth. Coach’s hold had changed, palming the back of his head in a controlling grip. Coach’s other huge hand took his cock and began stroking. The squishy foreskin peeled back against Jay’s tongue, revealing the spongy head that soon sank deeper. Coach got into a rhythm, stroking his cock in time with his pumping Jay’s head up and down. Jay leaned in closer, closing his eyes and letting his muzzle be used. One hand grabbed around Coach’s far hip, the other sinking between his powerful thighs. Jay cupped at the heavy black orbs hanging beneath Coach’s cock. Firm, hot, and heavy, his palm getting damp with Coach’s sweat. As he rubbed, Coach’s cocoa and sweat musk wafted thicker. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” the blackwargreymon grunted, hips starting to roll. “Keep your head goin’ just like that,” he mumbled, his grip on Jay’s head releasing. Jay peeked his eyes open, watching the hand pump before his muzzle. He kept in time with it, surprised at how coach knew just how much cock to push in and out. He tried to go for a bit more, but his throat fought at it again; instead, he resumed just as coach had been. He focused on that, though he felt a tongue on his toes again, and Tokeki’s sweet moans were noisy beneath them. A new scent was in the air. Familiar, the seedy aroma of cum- though perfumed with something vaguely sweet. Splaying his toes, Jay felt something slimy that squished- the cherry dragon having made a mess while Jay was distracted. 

Coach again stole Jay’s attention. His muzzle had been moving as coached- at least, the sloppy and clumsy movements he made mirroring what the steady hand had guided- but that wasn’t it. Nor the pre steadily flooding his mouth that he was made to swallow. Some dribbling down the cock, the rest sinking down his throat, making his stomach squirm. Drinking his Coach’s cock fluids had not been something he’d anticipated- and it was the first from a guy, other than his own, to be in there. What really got his attention was the slimy pressure rubbing against the shod tip of his cock. A glance down revealed Coach’s hand wrapping around his cock, the pointer finger teasing at the tip. It was drenched and slick- Coach’s saliva, if Jay had to guess. 

The exveemon’s bobbing quickly lost time with the hand just past his lips as the finger teased, wiggled, and then sunk down inside his foreskin. Jay’s entire body tensed at so alien a probing. Not bad, but alien- and suddenly very, very pleasurable. Coach’s finger was stretching the tip of his foreskin wide, caressing the flesh of his glans and inner foreskin, as Tokeki’s tongue had earlier. It was different, though; larger, firmer, not as smooth. Jay couldn’t even focus on bobbing his head, instead just sealing his lips around Coach’s fat cock head and suckling hard, licking at it. Coach grunted, paw picking up the pace on his own dick, while his finger steadily teased, rubbed, and stretched Jay’s hood. 

“Fff… that’s it. Y’always learned fast… sloppy, but fast…” he chuckled. Coach reached his foot out, cupping his toes over the end of Tokeki’s muzzle. He started to pant breaths, hips bucking up into Jay’s muzzle. The feel of Tokeki sucking in long sniffs, kissing at his sole set the blackwargreymon off. He grunted, “Don’t choke,” a brief warning to Jay. A few seconds later the firm sucking, his own hand on his dick and the attention at his feet pushed Coach over the edge. He snarled, squeezing on Jay’s dick to warn him. A quick buck of his hips and cum spewed out, filling the blue muzzle on his cock. There was a distinct ‘gag’ sound, then a swallow, and another. Coach squeezed Jay’s dick again, hips tensing each time his cock flexed, cum pouring out, putting a garden hose to shame. 

Jay’s muzzle and throat were filled with the first shot alone. The taste stronger than his own cum- he’d licked that from his fingers plenty of times- but the incredibly masculine, fertile blackwargreymon was on another level. Both taste and production. Jay barely swallowed down what was in his muzzle before it was overflowing once more. Cum poured out around his lips, released from sucking to keep cum from flooding out his sinuses. He kept gulping, but no matter how fast he did, there was always more. It poured out over his chin, down Coach’s cock and nuts. A few shots in Jay had to pull back, coughing from a blast shot too hard right into his throat. 

Coach quickly took his hand off Jay’s dick, grabbing his own around the tip. He rolled his foreskin up, hissing in pleasure and thrusting his hips in small rolls, best he could do with his seated position. His foreskin swelled thicker as cum filled within, Coach’s fingers holding the tip sealed. His head reclined back, puffing breaths through his nostrils as he savored the hot, slimy feeling in his hood- paired nicely with the eager lapping between his toes and over the ball of his foot. As the orgasm ebbed away, Coach opened his eyes. He eyed his dick, the end obscenely swollen, ballooned with cum. He looked over to Jay, who stared- somewhere between shocked and overwhelmed. Coach looked down to Tokeki, pulling his foot away from the paw-slut. 

“Up here boy. Come be a good cum rag, Coach’s got a lot for you,” Coach rumbled with a perverse smile. 

“Yes sir!” promptly sounded from below. As Tokeki got up and stood, Jay could see he had been right- the cherry dragon had lines of cum over his chest and stomach. Another quick glance confirmed his foot was a mess with seed as well, but his attention quickly set on Tokeki as the dragon kneeled between Coach’s thighs. 

The blackwargreymon stroked the tip of his cock over Tokeki’s muzzle, up between his eyes- still pinching the tip closed. He let out teasing growls and rumbles. His other hand rest behind him, so he could lean back- lounging as he teased the hungry dragon before him. 

“Who wants to be a messy dragon?” he teased, watching Tokeki get all flustered, being treated so in front of a classmate. 

“I… I do, sir. … Please? I … I really, reaaally want to be a messy dragon, Sir,” Tokeki mumbled- but progressively became more bold while he spoke. Confidence as he could see Jay all hot and bothered beside coach. 

“Good boy. Now, nose in my nuts. Huff those rookie-makers, and give them some kisses. They deserve some love for everything they give you.”

Tokeki responded immediately, moving his muzzle in to the heavy black sack. He started sniffing deeply, kissing amid his puffs of breath. Jay watched, entranced by how obedient the cherry dragon was. His own paw held his dick, squeezing it gently, over and over- doing his best not to blow a load, but he had to do something. It got even harder to keep from cumminng as a lewd, needing groan flooded the office. Coach had finally released his grip, the tip of his cock atop Tokeki’s forehead. Cum flooded out as the stretched foreskin constricted, releasing all the ballooning seed to hug tight at Coach’s glans again. Tokeki was a giggly, groaning mess as the hot seed poured down, between his eyes, over his muzzle; down his cheeks, flooding into his bright blue hair. 

“Thank you, sir,” Tokeki moaned, lapping at Coach’s nuts soon after. As cum dribbled down between his nostrils, over his lips, the licking smeared cum onto the nuts, along with his saliva. 

Coach puffed a happy sigh, both hands behind him on the desk. He watched the eager cherry dragon work. Even after weeks of this, he wasn’t tired of his little wrestler cock sleeve. He looked to Jay, who’s eyes were locked on Tokeki, hand still squeezing his dick. Coach took a moment to savor how his cum was still all over Jay’s lips, down his chest, between his pecs. 

“Good look for ya, Jay. Now, ready to blow a load in this sweet thing’s ass?”

That quickly snapped Jay out of his daze, attention going up to Coach. He was quick to nod, licking over his lips- eyes wincing as yet more cum coated his tongue. “Fuck yeah, coach. My cock’s been needing that ass for way too long,” Jay touted, some of his cockiness returning. Always a boaster, on and off the mat. Coach quickly took him down a peg, hand going to Jay’s chest and pushing, making the exveemon thud back, laying atop the desk. 

“That ass is special to me, and I ain’t gonna have you going fast and sloppy, making it sore ‘fore I get a chance.” Jay doubted it, as his eyes went to coach’s club of a cock. If Tokeki could take that, there was no way Jay could hurt him. 

It didn’t seem he had much a choice, though. Coach grabbed his legs and swung the exveemon around, so he laid length-wise along the desk, his cock pointing up to the ceiling. 

“Up, boy. Ride Jay and show him what your ass can do,” Coach instructed. He reached down lifting one of Jay’s ankles- the foot with Tokeki’s cum slickened over the sole, between the toes. Coach crouched, eyeing the dark blue sole up. He leaned in, sniffed at it, checking the foot out like it was up for auction- just as he had Tokeki their first time. “No wonder the boy came, you got some good stuff down here.”

Jay was only distantly listening, the huge tongue caressing up his sole a minor distraction as Tokeki climbed atop him. He shivered as the dragon’s knees rest on either side of his belly, Tokeki sitting back against his groin. The dragon adjusted, getting comfortable. Jay just watched, his cock feeling painfully stiff as the dragon’s red thighs hugged his torso, peachy nuts rest against his stomach. Tokeki rocked his hips up, a hand going behind him. The suckling on Jay’s toes so distant as Tokeki’s hand took his dick, wedging it up against his taint. 

Tokeki watched- half bashful, half amused- as Jay squirmed on his back. Tokeki’s paw traced that squishy overhang against his taint, down toward his tail. Suddenly, it sunk in against the groove of his tail hole- that making Jay tremble eagerly. The dragon puffed and shivered, the first penetration his favorite part of sex. His weight slowly edged backward, the tip pressing harder and harder against him. Jay’s dick was much stiffer, more solid than Coach’s- not having that squishy, fleshy quality over a firm core. It was a little rougher as it sunk into him, pressing harder on his prostate. Tokeki groaned sweetly as his body sunk lower and lower, until his rump was resting against Jay’s groin. Jay’s hands rose, shaky, reaching out and holding tight on Tokeki’s hips. His hips pushed upward, grinding into the dragon atop him. 

Tokeki puffed out a laugh, watching Jay beneath him. The exveemon so tense, so eager. Jay’s hips gave little weak pushes upward, even though Tokeki’s plush posterior was pinning him. Tokeki leaned forward and put his hands on Jay’s shoulders, lifting his hips. He sat back again, grunting as Jay’s stiff rod suck deep within him once more. Tokeki grunted happily as he took a steady pace, bouncing up and down on Jay’s length. Very different from Coach’s, but very nice in its own way. He bounced away while Jay’s hands gripped and squeezed on his hips and ass, claws pressing to his hide. Tokeki unaware as Coach released Jay’s feet, moving up instead next to the two fucking wrestlers. 

“Fast on the mat, fast in the sheets, huh Jay?”

Tokeki looked down to Jay as coach teased. And, as coach assessed, the exveemon looked like he was straining real hard. Tokeki giggled as Coach continued. 

“You can’t just plug and blow with a sexy piece of ass like Tokeki here, Jay! You gotta make it to the whistle. You gotta play into your opponent, like this!” 

Tokeki’s giggling was quickly cut off as Coach manhandled his head. He was pulled up, hands leaving Jay’s shoulders. Coach lifted his arm and plugged Tokeki’s muzzle right into his armpit, folding his arm over the back of Tokeki’s head after. Trapping the cherry dragon’s muzzle in his pit. 

“See, Tokeki’s a total foot slut, and addicted to musk,” Coach coached, speaking with authority years of working wrestlers had given him. Tokeki’s hips had slumped back, hilting Jay deep within him once more, but stopped there. Frozen, sitting atop Jay’s crotch. Coach chuckled, “Eat up, boy.”

Jay watched, stuck between frustration, intrigue, and uncertainty. His cock throbbing stiffly inside his teammate, stuck slowly backing from the edge of orgasm while watching Coach toy with the dragon. Jay the only one not in on the play, Tokeki having started drinking deep sniffs the moment his muzzle was pinned in there. Jay could only watch as the cherry dragon sucked in sniff after sniff- each one causing the dragon’s tailpipe to clench and squeeze on his shaft. Jay moved his paw off Tokeki’s hip, to the cherry dragon’s cock. Similar to his own, with just a bit of a curve, and some extra skin to play with- but pretty much cut in comparison. His hand started to stroke up and down, copious pre and sweat plenty of lubrication for his paw to glide over the shaft. 

Tokeki grunted when his cock was grabbed. Both his hands reached out, one holding Coach’s opposite shoulder, the other Coach’s far side. He sniffed deeply again, the scent thick and concentrated. Coach’s mellow sweat, his cocoa nib musk, the spice of an armpit. The yellow, silky hair there damp with Coach’s sweat, smearing the scent on Tokeki’s muzzle. Tokeki drank it like he had been starved for it. No matter how much he breathed in, it wasn’t enough, sniffing over and over. His tongue finally slipped out, licking into the armpit, over slick flesh and damp hair alike. He licked out over the pit, over and over, lapping like a canine. All the while, grunting and shivering as his cock was rapidly pumped by Jay. Rougher, faster than he liked, but it was working. Tokeki grunting and tensing his cock in Jay’s grasp. 

It just became more and more frantic, with Jay’s cock throbbing inside him, his world engulfed in Coach’s armpit- scent, taste, sight. And his cock being stroked so insistently, demandingly. Tokeki suddenly tensed and grunted out, head tugging- but stuck. Cum shot out his cock, up over Jay’s face, chest, and stomach. Coach finally freed Tokeki’s head, giving a satisfied grunt. 

“See Jay? Gotta work him right. Ride, boy,” He added, smacking Tokeki’s ass. Tokeki grunted, falling forward. A paw on Jay’s chest, hips rapidly bouncing as cum shot out, over and over. Streaks of the white, vaguely cherry-scented seed soaking over Jay’s white chest and belly, over the characteristic ‘X’ across Jay’s chest. 

Jay’s paw became rougher, squeezing and stroking, the exveemon hissing through his teeth. Finally, with Tokeki riding again, he could cum. And that happened all the faster, with Tokeki’s insides clenching with his spurts, with the hot feel of cum over his torso, the heady scent of cherry dragon seed thick in the air. Jay’s legs tensed, his hips thrusting up roughly, lifting Tokeki up a few inches. He grunted, hand squeezing Tokeki’s hip, the other his cock, as spurts of thick Exveemon seed filled Tokeki. 

The dragon groaned, his orgasm tapering off as Jay’s dragged on. The riled up Exveemon moving his hand off Tokeki’s cock, to his hips instead. He gripped tight, lifting and pushing Tokeki up and down his cock. The ecstasy of releasing in a tight tail- let alone, in his crush’s- only strengthened by the feel of his thick seed smearing across his length, dribbling down his balls. He shouted, “fuck… Fuck!” as he came, lifting his hips up one last time. His thighs burning as he ground against Tokeki’s ass, before finally going limp and collapsing upon the desk. Tokeki followed him, landing on his hands over Jay, rump back in Jay’s lap, each of them panting hotly. 

Their eyes met, a brief moment of shared afterglow. Some sort of romantic, affectionate connection that was so difficult not to form when so intimate, with one was inside the other. Their lips almost brushed- but Coach’s intervention dragged Tokeki an inch back. 

Coach’s hand had wrapped around Tokeki’s tail base, gripped tight, and yanked him up, right off Jay’s cock. Tokeki’s knees fell, and Coach released his grip, leaving Tokeki on all fours over Jay. Coach leaned in, grabbing Jay’s still stiff cock, giving it a few pumps. 

“You got some staying power there, Jay. Glad to see it. But Coach needs his turn now,” the large blackwargreymon teased. He leaned in closer, his muzzle rubbing up against Tokeki’s taint, the back of the dragon’s nuts, before drooping. His tongue slipped out, licking Jay from nuts to cock tip. 

Tokeki held still, whimpering a little as his taint was teased. He could feel Jay’s seed leaking from him, so hot- and thicker than Coach’s. Slowly dribbling down his taint, onto his nuts, just after Coach nuzzled. His eyes kept on Jay- watching the afterglow-filled expression change to one of nervousness. Tokeki recalled the deal- popping Jay’s cherry, and bashfully smiled. It would be hot to watch, at least. 

But Coach had never been one to just go at it. A trickster, a teaser, he had all kinds of fun with his playmates- and even more with Tokeki, the cherry dragon’s blush so great a treat. Despite this, even Tokeki didn’t expect it as Coach climbed on the desk as well, up onto his knees. Instead of going for Jay, coach just got up behind Tokeki. The dragon was prepared to move, but suddenly a hand was on his hip, the other pulling his tail up and out of the way. A second later that hand was, instead, guiding Coach’s fat cock tip up to Tokeki’s ass. A second after that, Coach was pulling on Tokeki’s hips, claws digging into his thighs, forcing Coach’s cock to the hilt into his student. 

After all these weeks, Tokeki was pretty great at taking dick. His as was pretty much always ready for Coach’s digigod-status cock, but he was genuinely surprised by this turn. He groaned out as he was filled, his belly visibly bulging to Jay’s shock and amazement. Coach wasted no time, drawing back and slamming in again, Tokeki’s entire body rocking over Jay. Coach’s hand traced up off Tokeki’s hip, along his tail base, spine, to between his shoulders. A nice, hard shove made the dragon collapse, chest-to-chest with Jay, their muzzles side-by-side. 

“Y’both need… a recharge.” Coach grunted as he thrust, his voice mixed with lewd, wet sound of sweaty crotch smacking into ass, and the wet sound of a huge cock sliding back and forth in Tokeki’s tail hole. 

“You two kiss and make up real nice, while Coach takes a turn,” Coach practically growled out, his thrusting getting rougher. He shifted closer, knees walking on the desk, then one leg lifting up. His foot stepped down, leaving one knee and one foot on the desk. He used the leverage to his advantage, hands reaching to grab Tokeki’s shoulders, giving leverage to rail the dragon. 

Jay, at that point, was simply dumbstruck. Seeing Tokeki take Coach, the two working in such synchronicity, Tokeki enjoying it so. Tokeki’s pleasure obvious thanks to the whimpering moans and Tokeki’s stiff, dripping cock. All of it so arousing to the exveemon. More than anything, to see that belly bulge. And to be pressed so close- Jay was struggling to process it all. Tokeki fared far better. His dynamic with coach was rough, teasing, playful, intimate. He managed to get up onto his elbows and forearms, lifting his head from Jay’s chest. Tokeki’s muzzle rubbed up along the side of Jay’s, until their lips brushed against each other- then separated by a couple inches. Both rest there, staring into one another’s eyes. Unsure. Tokeki shifted his muzzle to the side a little, Jay’s mirroring it. Jay lifted a little, and Tokeki tilted his head- paired with the little shifting, back and forward, as his ass was fucked so hard by coach, balls slapping together audibly to the two wrestlers. 

Jay couldn’t have been harder. Even after unloading in Tokeki’s ass, his cock was still hard for Coach’s lick- and even harder now, watching his teammate be taken so. Finally, Jay went for it, his lips pressing to Tokeki’s. The dragon melted into the kiss, pressing his lips back, his head tilting. Jay moved opposite, their muzzles parting and locking together. Jay’s tongue took charge, pushing over Tokeki’s, stroking and curling around it. Jay’s hands joined in, stroking up along Tokeki’s muzzle, up along his ears, teasing at horn bases. He held behind them, pressing the kiss deeper. Their tongues starting to actively wrestle with one another- curling around, pinning each other, tangling against one other. Just like their wrestling matches, but driven by passion instead of competition. 

The lewd sounds, the stink of gay sex, the gentle rocking of Tokeki above him kept Jay’s attention tied to the room. Everything going on was mind-boggling, the virgin exveemon having jumped into the deep end when never having swum before. He watched through half-lidded eyes, at Tokeki’s closed, then past the draogn’s horns to Coach’s grunting, sweat-dripping figure. His tongue pressed hard, forcing Tokeki’s tongue back, pinning it back in Tokeki’s muzzle. Stroking and teasing, exploring Tokeki’s muzzle with his tongue tip. All the while watching, admiring Coach’s sweaty form railing his teammate, taking him like the dragon couldn’t be broken. Coach’s eyes meeting Jay’s a moment, a smile on the blackwargreymon’s muzzle. He licked over his lips, winked, then slammed an extra hard thrust into Tokeki- making the dragon groan and whimper into the kiss. 

As it went on, and his tongue tired, Jay gripped Tokeki’s horn. He pulled back, forcing the kiss to break. Tokeki’s eyes opened curiously, his breaths panting against Jay’s muzzle. Ripe with the scent of cock. Jay grinned teasingly, holding Tokeki by one hand, the other going behind Jay’s head. Relaxing back, watching a moment, savoring Coach’s grunting and hissed breaths, the way Coach’s muzzle pulled into a snarl as he thrust into Tokeki. 

Jay’s eyes met Tokeki’s again, a mischievous smile showing just a moment before he suddenly pulled. Tokeki grunted as he was yanked down, his chest falling to Jay’s again. But- more importantly- his muzzle burying in Jay’s armpit. 

The exveemon grinned up at Coach, quipping out, “Fast learner, right?” Jay feeling cocky at his action, at how Tokeki groaned into his armpit. 

Coach looked the two over, grunting soft and laughing, “Good. You’re not dumb as a brick.” He grunted again, slamming harder into Tokeki. Coach leaned over, his torso atop Tokeki’s back, pinning the dragon there. His hand reached out, grabbing Jay’s blue, moving it up and pinning it to the desk above Jay’s head. To the Jay’s surprise, Coach nuzzled his snout into Jay’s other pit, taking a deep sniff. 

The contrast, for Tokeki, was stark. Jay was hairless, head-to-toe, unlike Coach. The pit was nothing but hot, sweat-slick flesh, the sweat staining his muzzle. The first breath filled his muzzle with Jay’s scent and sharp sweat. Another deep huff, the exveemon’s rich, spicy scent filling his lungs and making his head buzz. Tongue slipped out and tasted the blue flesh, sweat biting across his tongue. Tokeki felt his cock stiff against Jay’s stomach, rubbing as coach railed into him harder.

Jay was assaulted on both sides, Tokeki’s sniffing and lick easily outdone by Coach’s eagerness. The black muzzle nuzzled into his pit, took a deep sniff, then started to slurp hungrily. Coach’s wide tongue caressing over his blue flesh, drinking in the potent taste of digimon sweat and the funk of an exceptionally hard practice. Several licks passed before coach drew back, grunting. 

“Fuck… Don’t you cum, Tokeki. Want that cock stiff,” He hissed as his position shifted. He grabbed Tokeki’s hips again, leaning over, sandwiching the dragon between him and Jay- pressing Tokeki’s muzzle harder into Jay’s armpit, to the point his muzzle turned down and his face was pressed in. Tokeki was stuck there as Coach slammed relentlessly into him, a froth of Jay’s cum churned up and dripping off Coach’s balls. Coach grunted, drawing back, slamming in one last time before he moaned out lewdly.

Toki tensed, his tongue pulling back into his muzzle. He grit his teeth, trembling as an all-too-familiar spread through his body. Feeling Jay cum inside him was nice, but Coach was some sort of sexual otherworldly experience. Heat spread through every inch of him as he felt thick seed fill his innards. More, and more, and more. He could feel each pulse, how the seed flowed through him. All paired with the heady aroma he was stuck breathing in Jay’s armpit. Tokeki whimpered, fighting. He could blow a load right there, an ecstasy of scents he hungered for and the most sinful of pleasures flowing through his insides. 

Jay watched, humbled by the sheer pleasure and chemistry between the two. Tokeki’s hips moving in time with Coach, then their bodies sealing so closely together. Tokeki’s whimpers, moans, the pleasure palpable off the dragon as he was filled with Coach’s seed. It was incredible- and at the same time, intimidating, that he would soon have his tail taken by the same man. The prospect of failing Coach in that positon quickly forming into a certainty. 

Jay continued laying there, observing- horribly aroused, despite having cum so recently. Half-terrified about what was to come. Dizzy with everything that had happened, at the thick stink in the air. Gay sex beyond anything he’d imagined, having watched so much. The reality of it so much… more. The scents, the tastes, the sounds, the feel. He’d never imagined having a sweat-drenched dragon laying over him, muzzle in his armpit feeling so good. 

Coach languidly pulled free of Tokeki, moving off the desk. Jay immediately felt cum pouring over his cock and balls, free to flow from Tokeki’s ass once the cock holding it in had left. Tokeki let out soft groans and whimpers, and just got back to licking. Lapping at the salty flesh in Jay’s armpit, savoring what he could while recovering. 

Coach circled around to the front of the desk, now standing to the side of the two wrestlers. Jay glanced at Coach, eyeing that monstrous cock. It was still hard, though it hung down at an angle under its own weight. It was covered in slick cum and the froth Jay’s seed had become while the two fucked. Jay licked at his lips- not sure why, but the sight oddly appealing. Strangely, wanting that cum-drenched, dragon-ass-worked cock in his muzzle. 

Coach’s paw lifted, paused, then swung down. A loud clap rang out in the room, Coach’s hand leaving Tokeki’s ass stinging. 

“You’ve had enough pits. Get that ass up, time to pop this boy’s cherry,” Coach instructed the cherry dragon. Tokeki grunted, lifting himself up slowly. He sat back, straddling Jay’s hips again. More cum dribbling out over Jay’s stiff dick. Tokeki looked dizzy for a moment, before he looked to coach and grinned.

“Glad I can sit this out and watch. That was… intense, sir,” Tokeki panted out, languid and relaxed. He lifted his leg, pivoted on his knee, and slid off the desk. He stumbled a few steps before gaining his balance. Tokeki looked to the mirror in the coach’s office, next to the coach’s shower. He was a mess, knees to horns. Tokeki’s dick strained with a flex at knowing how messy he was, how much cum stained his hide. 

Coach wasted no time, grabbing Jay’s legs and pulling him along the desk, spinning the digimon a quarter circle. He pulled until Jay’s ass hung off the desk, Jay still laying on his back. Coach took a moment to glance over at Tokeki, amused at the dragon lusting at his own reflection. He went down on a knee, his muzzle pressing up to Jay’s nuts. Coach puffed a few sniffs there, the spice of a sweaty wrestler’s crotch exciting him. His muzzle dipped lower, down, then up a little so Jay’s nuts rest on his muzzle tip, perfuming each breath with exveemon sweat and musk. Coach’s thick tongue licked out, from the root of Jay’s tail, up over his tail hole, to his taint. He repeated it, over, and over, each time the lick focusing in on that taut little entrance. 

Jay, try best he could, gave an undignified whine as he was dragged across the desk, positioned so. Coach going down on him without a second thought, nuzzling at his nuts. And the lick! That brought an even louder whine from the exveemon. His head turned, watching Tokeki- who simply stood to the side, attention rapt on the two digimon. Jay quickly looked away, as the tongue licked, over and over, at his most intimate of areas. Feeling so exposed, so vulnerable. 

It only got worse as the tongue licked with more and more pressure, more and more focus on his entrance. Soon enough, Coach’s tongue was just pressed to his tail hole, stroking in small circles against it, pressing. Each press brought a flex from Jay’s backside, clenching and resisting. But it was futile, Coach’s tongue was strong, unrelenting. Jay gasped as it sunk into him. It wasn’t at all what he had expected. Slick pressure, a heat, a vague distress of his anus being spread. It didn’t get worse, though. More tongue sunk in, and that alien feeling spread deeper into his body. Even as he was stretched wider, the distress became a faint sting, but it wasn’t anything bad. Then the tongue slid back, forced deeper, back, deeper. Then it just moved back and forth, sinking in and out of Jay’s body. Alien pressure, heat, and odd pleasure. Pressing somewhere that made the tip of his dick tingle. 

Tokeki watched on as Coach ate out Jay’s ass. The sounds of whimpers and moans all too fun to Tokeki’s ears- and more so, the way Jay’s body fidgeting. Toes curling, then splaying out. Expressions changing back and forth over that blue muzzle. Hands clenching at the desk, and best, Jay’s cock flexing for long, drawn-out pulses. It was sort of surreal, Tokeki projecting himself upon Jay. He had reacted similarly- he imagined- when Coach had first gone down on his ass. 

The cherry dragon moved in, standing at the opposite side the desk from Coach. He smiled to Jay, leaning over and grabbing the exveemon’s white cock. He squeezed it, again enjoying the contrast. This cock so similar to his own, size wise. But such a different foreskin, and so opposite a color, to Coach’s. He started stroking it, enjoying how Jay’s foreskin peeled steadily back off the pink glans. The glans swelling as it was freed, growing to a bold mushroom head once the foreskin was peeled back. Then on the upstroke, foreskin piling up behind the corona- only to suddenly leap forward and engulf the shaft to overhang once more. He steadily stroked up and down, watching Jay’s expressions become even further muddied. Pleasure, strain, uncertainty, excitement. 

Tokeki couldn’t help but tease further. His free hand grabbed his cock, lifting it. He teasingly bumped it up against the side of Jay’s muzzle, smearing his stiff length along that seam of white and blue, along Jay’s lips. He kept stroking Jay while he did it- only to be surprised when Jay’s head tilted back, engulfing his shaft. The exveemon suckled and lapped hungrily, grunting as Coach’s tongue sunk roughly into him once more. Tokeki shivered and leaned forward, hand off his cock and supporting him on the desk. He kept pumping Jay’s dick, his hips pushing his cock further in. Deeper, and deeper, until Jay started to squirm- just as Tokeki’s nuts rubbed up against Jay’s nostrils, chin pressing at Tokeki’s pubic bone. Tokeki thrust there, unwittingly digging his dick in and out of Jay’s throat, over-working the inexperienced digimon. 

Coach caught on, hearing the ‘glk’ sound, Jay struggling and tightening around Coach’s tongue once more. He drew his head back, looking up and over. Surprised to see Tokeki taking position on Jay. 

“Hey kid. He’s got a gag reflex,” Coach rumbled, wiping his muzzle clean with the back of his forearm. Tokeki’s eye shot open, his hand freezing on Jay’s dick. He quickly pulled his cock entirely free, concern plastered over his muzzle. Jay started coughing a good bit, forearm lifted to cover his muzzle. Tokeki released Jay’s dick, backing a step away, suddenly all too aware he’d gone too far. 

“It happens. Get over it.” Coach was standing up again, between Jay’s leg. The exveemon got up on an elbow, wiping his muzzle clean. He looked to Tokeki, shrugging and nodding. The dragon let out a tense breath, nodding as well.

“Yeah, uh… sorry. Felt…” before he was cut off. 

“Feels fuckin’ fantastic having a throat squeezing your dick. But you gotta learn to do that, and this boy’s just a cute little virgin, aren’t ya Jay.” Coach teased, his meaty hand taking where Tokeki’s had been. Engulfing Jay’s dick, squeezing and roughly stroking it. “We’ll teach this guy good. Speaking of… This cherry needs popping.”

Jay tensed a little at those words. His coughing finally calmed, he looked up to Coach. Then down to that monstrous dick, then back up. He hesitantly nodded, opening his muzzle to speak- but cut off, just as Coach always seemed to do. 

“This boy ain’t ready for this cock. Too tight around my tongue,” Coach teased, reaching his hand out. He rubbed at Jay’s belly, while pumping the white cock beneath it. Jay started to squirm, distracted by the pleasure building in his loins. 

“We agreed I could pop this cherry any way I wanted. I want to pop it with my cherry boy’s dick.” With that, Coach’s hand left Jay’s cock, the other leaving his belly. He circled around the desk, toward Tokeki’s position, pushing at the cherry dragon. 

Jay lay silent, shocked, not sure how to respond. Tokeki was in a similar state, until he was pushed by Coach. Finally, he could muster, “But-“ before he was immediately shut off again. 

“This boy’d get ripped in two on my dick.” A far exaggeration- but Coach always had plans in mind to sate his depravities. “And your dick ain’t ever got tail. Now shut your muzzle and stick it in Jay before I decide you two need to run more laps.”

Jay and Tokeki were left silent. Coach steadily pushing Tokeki around the desk, until he was positioned at Jay’s feet. Standing there, the exveemon and dragon finally met gazes. Staring into one another for a moment, before Jay quickly looked away. His body language said it all, though. Thighs spreading a bit, tail pushing down against the desk, exposing his saliva-slicked hole. A faint grunt giving permission- even desire, though Jay tried to hide it. 

Tokeki settled into position, moving closer to the desk. Jay’s ass still hanging off it, the exveemon’s legs still lifted, knees above his chest. Tokeki moved in until his balls were on Jay’s tail base, the root of Tokeki’s cock against Jay’s tail hole. The cherry dragon shivered. The position was so alien to him. Weeks of ‘training’ under Coach having him ready to be taken control of, bend to others’ will. Now he was atop, in charge. Even if he did it a moment ago, to be the first to take Jay-

But Coach was still in control. He cuddled up against Tokeki’s back, arm wrapped around, gripping and stroking Tokeki’s cock a few pumps. 

“Just slip in. You did fine on his muzzle, you’ll get it. And the sooner you’re in him, the sooner I can get up in your sweet ass,” Coach growled in Tokeki’s ear. Words of encouragement not quite enough for Coach. His hand moved up along Tokeki’s back, shoving the cherry dragon forward. Tokeki’s hands landed on the desk on either side of Jay’s stomach. The exveemon still adamantly looking away, eyes half closed, staring to the distance- though they’d flick back, just to peek, before his feigning disinterest resumed. 

Tokeki didn’t have much a choice in the matter. Coach had a hand on Tokeki’s back, the other stroking Tokeki’s cock. He took care of everything. Coach’s groin pushing up against Tokeki’s ass- Coach’s cock hot-dogged between Tokeki’s thigh and tail- leading the dragon forward. Until his bare tip, the only circumcised of the three, rubbed up against Jay’s taint. The exveemon tensed a little, but relaxed as the tip smeared around. Guided by Coach’s hand, Tokeki soon found his tip dug against Jay’s pucker. But there the guiding, the pressure, stopped. Coach’s hand left Tokeki’s cock, the other leaving Tokeki’s back, Coach’s groin leaving Tokeki’s butt. 

Jay glanced over as Coach back away from Toeki’s position. Without Coach in the picture, he could only look up to Tokeki. Their eyes met, and some connection held him there. Tokeki’s bright yellow eyes so similar in color to Coach’s, but so affectionate and sweet, instead of dominant and powerful. They held his own amber eyes for a long moment, before Tokeki finally acted. There was a faint nudge, a little push of Tokeki’s hips, with a ‘mmmn?’ sound from the dragon. 

Jay nodded a little, then closed his eyes. Far less intimidating than the monster Coach was packing- even if Tokeki’s cock was still formidable, hung as Jay himself was. Jay relaxed, taking a slow breath as he felt more, and more, and more pressure. Tokeki so gentle and slow with it, until the pressure reached a critical point-sinking that bared glans in. Both the wrestlers tensed, a faint whine coming from each. A few moments panting and Tokeki went at it again, adding pressure once more. So different from using his weight to drive a cock into him- instead, using his thighs and stomach to press his cock forward, pushing into the exveemon beneath him. 

Tokeki shuddered as the length sunk deeper. Coach had sucked on his dick plenty, but this was different. A tight little ring, sliding down his dick. Every bit of shaft past the ring surrounded in slick, tight confines- clenching, pulsing around him. When Tokeki finally hilted, he whimpered. Stuck there, trembling at the pleasure, his mind overwhelmed- part, by the sensation. But more than anything, the position he was in, the dominance he had over Jay, the reversal from his role under Coach the past couple months. 

Jay watched with rapt attention, a mix between shock and lust. The shaft entering him felt so different than Coach’s tongue. Probing the same depths, but so much firmer, unrelenting to his insides. The heat was more intense, and something in his brain just… knew it was different. Something far more intimate. Maybe it was Tokeki posturing over him, or the dragon’s strained, blissful expression. But as Tokeki drew out, Jay couldn’t help but clench down- working his best to keep the dragon inside him. It only drove the dragon to work harder, pulling halfway out before thrusting back in. Pleasure blossomed throughout Jay’s entire body as the cock sunk deep again, tingling at his toe and finger tips. Then the cock slid out once more, and back in, another wave of pleasure passing through him. 

Tokeki couldn’t help but draw back again, pushing in. The sensation so pleasurable, so intense. He rutted into the digimon beneath him with slow, sensual thrusts. Not wanting to take it too fast, not wanting to hurt- though Jay seemed to be all too eager. Those blue arms reached out, pulling Tokeki in closer, kisses peppering Tokeki’s muzzle. Tokeki moved in, going on his elbows and forearms once more. He kissed back, little affectionate pecks as his thrusts formed a steady rhythm. Both were groaning, grunting, rocking together. Finding the synergy Tokeki had Coach had before. 

But nothing lasts forever- and this didn’t end with orgasm. Instead, it ended as Coach suddenly shoved Tokeki atop Jay, pressing them together, deeply hilted. He growled lustily, “Knew you two would fit nicely. Been real proud of your… growth, together… But I still need to coach you both. Get this to the next level, for Tokeki here.” 

Tokeki fidgeted, nervous and eager. Unsure of what Coach had planned. He should have figured, though, as Coach forced him down further. Chest to chest with Jay, hiking Tokeki’s tail up high. The wrestlers paused a moment, but the awkwardness was gone. They engaged in a deep kiss within seconds, tongues curling around one another again. Muzzles locked together. Jay’s paws stroking along Tokeki’s jaws, up through his sweat-drenched blue mane. Tokeki’s paws caressed Jay’s chest and sides, exploring, teasing. 

They didn’t have to wait long, though. Once Coach had Tokeki’s tail hiked, his body bent over, the blackwargreymon went for it. Tokeki had been plenty warmed up already. Coach picked his fat rod up, pushing it up against Tokeki’s tail. He trailed it down, teasing, smearing cock slime along Tokeki’s under tail until his shaft nestled into the notch between tail and ass cheeks. He released it there, his well-trained hips taking over. He leaned forward, Tokeki’s tail stretching higher as the cherry dragon was pinned harder against Jay. Coach grunted happily, his cock slowly sliding down the groove between Tokeki’s cheeks- until it nestled in against its target. Coach growled lustily, pushing forward without heed. Sinking in, and in, and in to Tokeki’s well-practiced, cum-flooded tail pipe. 

Tokeki trembled atop Jay again. So similar to the last time, but so distinctly different in intimacy. Tokeki’s cock hilted deep inside the exveemon, flexing, shooting pre as Tokeki’s ass was steadily filled with more and more blackwargreymon cock. As that bulge steadily formed in Tokeki’s stomach, then elongated as the cock sunk deeper. Kisses with Jay became more desperate, more lustful, tongues flicking against each other. It only got more intense as Coach started thrusting, his enormous shaft sliding in and out of Tokeki’s ass. Tokeki stood there, bent over Jay, stuck as Coach took him- but his orgasm steadily building, thanks to the fat shaft pressing on his prostate. 

After a bit of work, Coach stood up, his weight lifting off Tokeki. The cherry dragon moaned softly in relief, finally able to lift himself up, to get more air in his lungs. Coach stood still, not even thrusting as Tokeki lifted, his arms bracing his form over Jay. His cock hilted in the exveemon, Coach’s cock hilted in Tokeki. Coach affectionately nuzzled at Tokeki’s ear, nibbling at the edge of it. 

“Just get into it, go with the rhythm. You’ll get this fast,” Coach encouraged the dragon, as he drew out, then thrust in. Only a short one, compared to Coach’s usual ass-pounding thrusts. He kept at that pace, pulling out and pushing in just a few short inches. Tokeki felt himself rock with the thrusts, then into them. Slowly, but steadily, he figured it out. Thrusting deep into Jay, when Coach pulled out. Then backing into Coach’s dick when thrust into, pulling his cock out of Jay simultaneously. 

The timing was tricky, but easy to get the rhythm of once Tokeki figured it out. Tokeki even got smooth enough with it to get a hand up, grabbing Jay’s dick. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, making the foreskin roll halfway down Jay’s glans and then back up. It seemed enough, the dragon’s legs hooking one around Tokeki’s hip, the other around Coach’s. The three rutted together, in time, for a good few moments- before urgency grew in Tokeki. Having his prostate crushed at the same time as his cock squeezed in Jay’s vice grip rapidly overwhelmed him. Tokeki tried to whimper out, to ask to slow down- but suddenly, Coach’s fingers were in his muzzle. 

Coach’s thrusts steadily pounded into Tokeki, feeling the extra tight clenches as the dragon entered another. His fingers pushed along Tokeki’s tongue, then gum line. He started to thrust them deeper, draw them back, and repeating. Fucking Tokeki from both ends, cock and fingers alike. Tokeki was instantly silenced, but what he had eagerly tried to proclaim was still in motion. A few more thrusts and Tokeki slammed into Jay, out of time with Coach’s thrusts. The dragon whined as he came, hips grinding into the ass of his blue lover. Coach was relentless, thrusting hard into Tokeki’s ass while the cherry dragon came into his teammate. 

Tokeki’s orgasm wasn’t enough, though. Coach reached a hand out, slipping from Tokeki’s lips and down to Jay’s cock. As Tokeki came, Coach grabbed Jay’s cock and started to rapidly pump it. Teasing that foreskin just back past the tip of Jay’s cock, then back up. His thumb pressed to Jay’s frenulum, through that long foreskin, working it expertly, like he had some play book to the exveemon’s cock. That stroking, amid the heated feel of Tokeki’s cum inside him, was far more than enough for the digimon. Jay’s hips arched upward, his body tensing as cum splattered on Tokeki’s abs. Shot after shot, spurting from Tokeki’s blue crotch hair up to the cherry dragon’s pecs. Second orgasm of the night, but still, far more than Jay ever fathomed ejaculating. It was so incredibly intense, but at the same time, so very fast for both them. 

Coach huffed a satisfied sound as the two wrestlers edged down from their orgasm. He drew his cock out of Tokeki, making the cherry dragon whimper with pleasure. An extra spurt shot into Jay, the exveemon giving a soft grunt of pleasure. Once free, Coach grabbed Tokeki’s shoulder. The cherry dragon was quickly spun around, leaning back on the desk for support- the perfect position. Coach took his cock in paw and stroked several fast pumps, eyes closing as he gruted. His muzzle wrinkled in a snarl and he arched, pulling his hood back to show his dark, black-cherry glans. The tip spread as cum poured out, shot after shot. Each of them aimed at Tokeki, coating the dragon. Shots landed from his muzzle to his thighs, releasing Coach’s characteristic fathoms of seed. 

Tokeki almost whined as he was coated so thoroughly. Coach’s seed stinking of mature cum and bright, pungent blackwargreymon musk. The scent thickened, more and more, as cum coated him. He was almost tempted to open his muzzle, but the heavy, wet heat was so pleasurable across his skin. The cherry dragon watched as each arc reached lower, and lower. Until Coach pressed his dribbling cock tip against Tokeki’s cock root, spurting dribbles into the blue pubic hair and letting it drip down Tokeki’s nuts. 

Coach huffed a satisfied sound. “Seems you two practice real nice together. Got all that kiss and make up out the way,” while he smiled, looking between the two. “Think this’ll help you both get much better on the mat, so… let’s do this, what do you think… Twice a week?”