I walked up to him with a cup in my hand. I handed it to him. He looked up from his place on the sofa, first making contact with my eyes then at the cup in my hand. I made a slight motion and he reached out for the drink.
"Go on, drink up." I said. "They call it liquid courage."
He looked down into the cup and visibly relaxed a little at recognizing that it was alcohol. He took a sip.
"Drink more." I grinned. "You are going to need it."
I sat down, looking at him silently as he drank down the dark liquid in the cup. He took his time at first, but the heat of my eyes on him made him uncomfortable and he ended up drinking the rest in a few gulps.
He played with the cup in his hands, giving him some comfort that he had something to play with instead of having his hands free to the awkwardness and tension in the room.
"What happened to your knees?" I asked him, breaking the silence in the room.
"Scrapped it playing basketball." He answered.
"Does it hurt?" I followed up.
"No." He shook his head. "Just a light fall, happens all the time."
"Good." I smirked. "You will be spending a lot of time on your knees tonight so you better be comfortable."
He stiffened at my description. He knew this was coming but he apparently isn’t as prepared for it as he initially thought.
"Stand up and get rid of those clothes." I said. "Everything. You won’t be needing those at all this weekend."
He stripped and stood in front of me naked, his muscular body on full display to my view. I circled him, touched and smacked him. I pulled on his nips, slapped his ass and rubbed his balls, getting reactions out of him each time. I examined him like a piece of livestock, spreading his mouth open and twisting his head this way and that to inspect his teeth. I pulled on his soft and scared cock as he shifted uncomfortably.
After I was finally satisfied with running my hands wherever I want on his body, his face was red and he is looking down onto the floor in a mixture of humiliation and perhaps rage. Rage at me for doing this to him, but also rage at himself for letting this happen.
I stood back in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “On your knees.” I said.
He slowly sunk down to his knees. I grinned to myself. He looked up in time to see the smirk on my face. He looked away in shame. I pulled his head back and tilted it up until he was once again looking at me.
"Time for your first lesson." I said, opening my pants and pulling the front down, exposing my fully hard cock.
"The first lesson is called lick it." I said. "Your job is to lick me until I cum."
I grabbed his hair and guided him towards my cock. Right before my cock contacted with his face, he pulled back. I was having none of that. I gripped tight on his hair. I pulled his head up by my fistful of hair so hard that he got out of the kneeling position and had to raise himself to keep me from pulling his hair out.
"Are we doing this or not?" I asked him. "I have no time to waste." I pushed down hard and his knees hit the floor again, probably bruising him up beyond the cuts he got.
"Fuck." He whispered but didn’t fight me this time as I pulled his face into my crotch. I rubbed my cock all over this face as he squeezed his eyes shut with a look of disgust on his face.
"Come on. It is not going to be over until you do what I tell you to do. Lick it." I said.
He pushed his tongue out and the tip of it came in contact with my cock. I purposely brushed my dripping cock head on his tongue, leaving a drop of my precum on the tip of his tongue. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth before he had a chance to think about what he had done. The taste of my juices must be all over his mouth. The very thought of it must have disgusted him beyond imagination and he immediately pulled back and started to gag.
"You poor muscle bastard." I said with a laugh. "Let’s start you with something easier huh?"
I pulled his up and made him lick my chest. He was significantly better this time around. I pulled him to my armpits. This time he showed much more reluctance. He gagged and retched for a bit but was eventually able to lick both sides of my pits.
I pushed his head down and made him lick my thighs and lower abs. His head and faces brushes against my cock and he visible twitches every time. I eventually got him to lick my pubes. He gagged at the sweaty musky taste of my crotch. I just laughed and kept his head down.
"That’s better." I said. "Now work on my balls." I pushed his resisting head down to between my legs.
He reluctantly did. He was licking each of my balls as I guide him back and forth between the two of them. He eventually pulled away violently and started to spit, no doubt having one of my hairs stuck in his mouth. I love his look of absolute misery.
"Do you want this to end?" I asked him with a smirk on my face. He nodded rigorously.
I motioned to my hard and throbbing cock. “I think you know what will mark the end of the lesson, right?”
He closed his eyes as more tears ran down his face. But knowing what he must do, he leaned in and licked my shaft. He pushed down his reflex to gag and continued to lick.
I did nothing to help him, just leaning back and enjoying the sight of him licking on my thick hard rod as he tries not to gag. He tried to suck it into his mouth at one point, but I shoved him back with my feet.
"Remember boy, this lesson is called lick it. Don’t be such an eager cocksucker." I sneered. "You are a dicklicker, not a cocksucker. Yet."
He looked even more ashamed of himself than before as he leaned back in and started to lick again. I know his tongue and his entire face must be tired right now but I am not about to give him any mercy. This is education after all. He must learn how to please me with his tongue.
Eventually he found what works best. He found a nice long lick of the entire underside of my cock gets me the hardest. He also found that I react best to him licking the bottom of the head of my cock. He started to alternate between the two.
"Good boy. You are learning how to be a good muscle jock dicklicker. I am proud of you." My taunting of him broke his concentration and he lost his rhythm. He had to work me back up again. I laughed.
He eventually worked me back up again, but I can tell his mouth and tongue is dead tired. I toyed with him, making noises that seem like I was close but in fact I was holding back. He eventually figured out that I can make him do this for ages.
"Do you want me to cum?" I asked. He nodded.
"Well, I am not really ready yet, but how about you beg me to cum and I will consider it?" I said.
He bit back a protest and hissed out. “Please cum.”
"That’s no way to beg." I said. "How about you do it sincerely? Like tell me how much you need my cum and how honored you would be as my dicklicker to lick a load out of me?"
Despite his red puffy eyes and tears tracks on his face, he looked at me with a look of hatred. “Please cum. I need your cum.” He spat out.
"Louder." I said.
"Please I need your cum." He said louder.
"What else?" I said.
"Please honor me as your dicklicker with a load of your cum." He whispered. I know he wanted to bite his own tongue off as he said that.
"I can’t hear you." I teased him.
"PLEASE HONOR ME WITH A LOAD OF YOUR CUM." He shouted at me.
"Who wants a load of my cum?" I asked.
"ME. YOUR DICKLICKER. I NEED A LOAD OF YOUR CUM. PLEASE CUM." He shouted again, figuring it is better to yell it out loud than to have me keep teasing him.
I laughed and motioned him to continue. He worked hard this time, trying to get me off so this can all end. Also to avoid any further humiliation I have in mind for him.
I have no intention to continue further. I wanted to cum. But I timed it right when he was licking at the head and I have a clear shot to the back of his mouth.
I started to cum. The first went deep into the back of his throat. He immediately started to choke on the unexpected shot that hit him right in the throat. I also coated his tongue with a second shot before he had a chance to react.
I laughed as he recoiled in horror. The taste of my cum thick on his tongue as he gagged on the part that shot deep into his throat. The rest of my load landed either on his face or on the floor.
After I came down from my orgasm, he was crying and sobbing again. I grinned at the sight of my cum on his face. He started to cough at the thick cum that is sticking to his throat. After he finally can breathe again, he spat again and again to get the taste out of his mouth.
I let him. Then I pulled his face so that he is looking at me with those tears filled eyes of his.
"I don’t consider this lesson over until you lick it all up." I said. He had a look of shock. Then shook his head violently, refusing to obey me. "Are you sure you want me to repeat this over and over until you learn the material properly? Do you?"
"What’s the matter? You want to play ball don’t you? You want to keep your scholarship right? You can’t do that if you are not passing my courses." I said with a grin.
Despite his sobbing, he got down and started to lick. I made him lick everything. The part that missed his face and landed on the ground, the cum that he coughed out. Even his own spit that he spat out my load. I watched, drunk in the power of making this big tough jock cry as he lick the mixture of my cum and his tears from the dirty floor.
"That’s a good boy." I said, petting his head like he was some kind of animal. "That’s what a little muscle bitch should do. Licking up my cum and your tears from the floor so that the place can be kept clean. You are a good little muscle dicklicker."
More tears fell down his face at the humiliation of what I had made him do.
"Well, you got a passing grade for your first lesson, lick it. Next we go to the lesson called kiss it. We also got suck it, gag on it, deep throat it. After that we can move onto take it. Lastly we have a lesson called ride it. Once you finish all of that, we have a final exam where you will use everything you have learned." I told him the agenda with a sinister smile.
He shook his head back and forth, unable to hold back as sobs keep coming and tears keep falling.
"And as your coach I can’t honestly let you play if you can’t even keep basic academics up. Think about your scholarship, your education, your playing at the college level, your professional career." I said as I pushed my finger into his mouth and started to finger fuck his face.
"If you want to keep all that, you need to pass my special education. Since this is your first lesson, I will be a kind man and give you a passing grade of 50 despite the lousy job that you did. I am a kind man, right?" I asked as I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up so that I can see into his crying eyes. He reluctantly nodded after seeing the menacing look on my face.
"Good. Remember that. And congratulations. You are a certified dicklicker. You can put that on your resume when you apply for a job. I will be your reference." I laughed as he looked down in shame.
"And you know the university’s rules right? To get your degree you have to get a 60 average and pass each of your courses. The same applies to my private degree that I am going to give you." His head snapped up at what I was saying. Guess he isn’t that stupid after all.
I ignored his reaction and continued. “You can either make it up during your later courses or you can do a retest of lick it. And, unlike the school, I will allow you an unlimited number of attempts at increasing your grade.”
His shoulders fell and he started to sob again. I had to smirk at that.
"Sometimes I don’t understand why I am so good to my students." I brushed a tear off his face and fed it to him, finger fucking his sobbing face.
"I guess I must be such a noble educator. I have to do my best at shaping your future."