Halloween Short #6 - A Pervert's Gaze

“What are you two still doing here?” Coach Lee asked, as he passed through the locker room after closing down the gym after wrestling practice. He was talking to Adam and Nate, two of his star college wrestlers, who were sitting on a bench together in the locker room, still in their singlets from practice, just chatting with each other casually. 

“It’s nothing to worry about, Coach,” Adam said, “We’re just waiting for someone, that’s all.”

“Who are you waiting for?” Lee asked.

“Just a friend,” Nate said, “He wants to meet us here after practice.”

Lee just stood there, a bit confused, but he was tired, and wanted to get home to his wife after a long day. “Alright, just…have a good night, I guess,” he said, as Adam and Nate went back to talking like he wasn’t even there. He left the locker room and headed up towards the main entrance. It was late, and most of the building was already empty, aside from a janitor or two, and a few teachers and coaches working late in their offices. As he was approaching the main doors, he saw someone he didn’t recognize enter the building. He was suspicious to say the least. Easily in his fifties, rather out of shape, with a bushy gray beard. Certainly not someone Lee recognized from the college campus. They passed by as Lee left, and he thought about saying something, but didn’t, even though is was odd. He was still thinking about it as he got to his car, and realized he’d forgotten his bag down in the locker room—he must have set it down while he talking to Adam and Nate, and forgotten it. Annoyed at being delayed, he turned around and headed back into the building.

He got to the locker room, and was surprised to hear noises coming from inside. He went in, turned the corner around some lockers, and stopped right in his tracks. There was the old man he’d seen come into the building, with his sweats down around his ankles, and on their knees in front of him were both Adam and Nate, together licking and sucking at the older man’s cock and balls! “What the fuck is going on in here!” Lee shouted. The older man turned to him, a little surprised, but the two wrestlers just looked up at him like they were in a daze. 

“What coach, this is the guy we’re meeting,” Adam said.

“Yeah, Daddy loves coming by so we can suck his cock after practice,” Nate added.

The old man, just chuckled, and turned towards the coach. “I wasn’t planning on having you find out about this so soon, Coach Lee, but I suppose it was only a matter of time before you noticed something was up.” He rested one hand each on the wrestlers’ heads, and scruffed their hair a bit. “See, I happened to run into Adam and Nate at a bar last week, and since then, I’ve slowly been putting them, and a few of their teammates under my spell, turning them into total perverts, isn’t that right, boys?”

“Yeah Daddy, I never would have sucked a cock before I met you, but now I can’t stop thinking about it,” Adam said.

“You turned us into a couple of cocksucking whores, and it’s so fucking sexy…” Nate added.

“What do you two think, should I turn that hunky coach of yours into a pervert too?” the man said, and caught Lee’s eye with his gaze.

His eyes—Lee had never seen eyes like his before, how they sparked and swirled. He couldn’t look away, and it was taking everything he could to avoid falling into them entirely. “No—what…what are you doing to me?”

“Oh, you’re a fighter I see,” the man said, “That’s alright, I love a challenge. Just relax coach, you’ll love it, you’ll see. Then, I’ll get a hold of the entire wrestling team, and turn all those hunky young men into my horny little pervy slaves, don’t you think that would be so hot, coach?”

Lee couldn’t stop himself from moaning. The old man came close to him, reached out, and started rubbing Lee’s cock through his shorts. He was so hard all of a sudden, and he couldn’t stop staring, as Adam and Nate made out with each other, grinding their crotches against each other, getting hornier and hornier. But was he seeing that, or was he still staring at the old man’s eyes? Everything was so fuzzy and confusing, but he could hear something, a voice, worming it’s way into his head, and he couldn’t stop it, he didn’t want to stop it, and the next thing he knew, he was back outside the locker room.

What was he doing here? He couldn’t quite remember. He’d…gone in there, hadn’t he? No, he’d come back for something, for…for his bag! Of course. He made his way into the locker room, though he wasn’t quite able to shake the sensation of deja vu as he did. He could hear something happening behind one of the rows of lockers, and he slowed down, peeking around the end, and his heart nearly leapt into his throat. There was Adam in bent over a bench, a hole ripped in the rear of his singlet while some old man fucked him, and at the same time, Nate was on the other side of the bench making out with Adam while he got fucked. Lee knew it was disgusting, obscene…that…that he should stop it, say something, anything…or…or he could…watch, couldn’t he?

He looked down, and realized he’d already pushed his shorts down past his knees, pulled his cock out from one side of his jockstrap, and he…he was so hard. Fuck, just watching that old man go to town on Adam’s hole, he was already leaking, what a hot fucker! It felt like someone had hooked his mind up to some obscene battery, and the longer he stared, the harder it was to think about anything other than the most obscene filth.

“I see you Lee,” the man called out, “Why don’t you come and join us? You can fuck Nate here—his hole is so hungry, isn’t that right boy?”

“Oh fuck, come fuck me coach!” Nate said, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day, I need your big dick inside me…”

Lee came around the corner, lurching a bit, horrified at his lack of self-control, at the desires welling up inside him. “N-No, no, this is so…so wrong…” he said.

“Isn’t it?” the man said, “Isn’t that what makes it so hot though?”

Lee took another step forward. Nate’s singlet had already been ripped open, he could see the college athlete’s hole winking at him. Oh, it would feel so good to slide in there, to really give that muscular ass a proper fuck. He took another step, and used every bit of willpower he could muster to arrest himself there, and tore his eyes away. He couldn’t do this. He could almost remember something, something important, something wrong. This man, he’d seen him before, hadn’t he? His eyes, he’d seen his eyes!

“Come on Coach, we don’t have all night,” the man said.

Lee tore himself away, turned on his heel, and struggled towards the locker room exit. He had to get out of here, he had to get help! He didn’t make it—Nate tackled him down to the tile ground and pinned him there, the young man’s muscular body pressed up against him, making his skin burn like fire, his cock aching, as the old man came around and stood over him. 

“I’m disappointed in you, Lee,” he said, “I thought for sure you’d want to join in the fun. After all, it takes a certain kind of man to love grappling this much, don’t you think? I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wreck you, but the younger minds are so much easier to mold. The older you get, the more you have to break, to get a proper result.” He bent down, grabbed hold of Lee’s chin and forced him to look into his twisting, lecherous eyes. “Pity—still, we’ll have so much fun, won’t we Lee?”

Before, it had felt like someone twisting bits of his mind into new shapes, similar, but alien all the same. This time, the gaze ripped through him like a knife. Lee didn’t know if he screamed out loud, or merely in his mind, but it felt like someone had set him on fire. His wife, his family—all of it was gone in moments, replaced with…with something else. Everything came back into place, slowly, like bits of a puzzle shifting into place. There, in front of him, he saw Master having fun with two of his toys. He thought their names might be Adam and Nate, but it hardly seemed to matter. Lee was watching the show intently—he loved watching Master fuck, after all. He was a couple yards away, kneeling on the ground, one hand massaging his cock through the filthy wrestling singlet he was wearing, the other reaching around and driving the sizable dildo in and out of his loose, greasy hole. 

Lee felt a sense of unease lingering though, underneath the haze of lust and perversity. He looked over at himself in a mirror, fatter than he should have been, uglier too, filthy, with a big beard on his face. It…it wasn’t right, was it? It wasn’t proper, but then, he was a nasty little pervert, wasn’t he? A filthy perv, who loved getting off on wrestlers, loved getting pinned down and fucked good and rough, and Master was going to take over a whole team of them, yeah, he was going to turn all these young men into total pervs, and they’d all fuck Lee’s hole sooner or later. Below that though, the doubts began to gather, collect into something resembling an ego. Lee began to suspect that something about this was wrong—was horrible. Master came with a shout, filing one of the young man’s holes with a load of cum, and then looked over at where Lee was on his knees, and the eyes—Lee knew he could see, could pierce him, knew the doubts were there. “I…I’m sorry Master, I…I don’t know…there’s something wrong with me…”

“Yes, yes there is. I suppose that even this isn’t enough for you. Oh well, I didn’t want to have to do this, making a new coach is going to be such a bother, but if you’re going to be this resistant, I’ll just have to remove you from the situation entirely, I suppose.”

The eyes were upon him again, and then, Lee was gone. There was just a void, nothingness, and when his vision returned, he wasn’t in a locker room at all, he was sitting in front of his computer screen of course, right where he always was. Watching that hot, hot fucking video again, the one that never failed to get his old, pervy cock hard as a rock. The one where that buff, hairy, gruff wrestling coach named Adam brought in some sleazy old man into the locker room, and together, they dominated and fucked both holes of this cute little wrestler named Nate until all three of them came to a roaring orgasm. It was one of Lee’s favorite pornos—he’d always had a major wrestling fetish.

He was still horny, so he decided to sit down and watch it again, but this time, it seemed a little too real, like…like he’d been there, once. That was ridiculous though. He looked over at himself in his bedroom, sixty years old, four hundred pounds, a stinking, filthy perverted pig wearing a nasty, stretched out singlet, and grinned at himself. Fuck, he loved being a perv, he always had loved it, his whole fucking life. When he looked back to the video, the little doubts had fled, and he focused on finding his cock under all that stinking flab and jacking himself off all over again, watching that hot little wrestler get railed. 

Even better, this was apparently going to be the first video of a brand new series! Whoever was producing them was promising a bunch more wrestling porno videos, each filthier and more deranged than the last. Fuck, what Lee would give to be that hot fucking coach, or at least just a fly on the wall. Maybe…maybe he could write the producer a message, see if there’s anyway he could come watch a live taping of one of the videos. He had a lot of retirement cash after all—he might as well spend it on his twisted perversions. Lee groaned, his old cock spewing a load of cum all over the carpet beneath the desk, already crusty from all the loads he’d shot there over the years. It felt like there was something he was forgetting, all the same. A…bag? That didn’t make any sense though. He dug around in his porn collection for another wrestling fetish video, put it on, and started playing with his old dick again, like he did every day, happy as a pervert can be.