Spring Training

In the dim hush of the school locker room, Scott Avery and Tad Brady lose themselves in the heat of the moment. Scott's lips glide along Tad's rigid length, savoring every pulse, while Tad returns the favor with eager, sloppy hunger. Their breaths mingle in ragged harmony—until Coach Bull Matthews bursts through the door, his broad frame casting a shadow that snaps them straight. Bull's voice rumbles like thunder, low and commanding: 'Boys, you forget who's running this show.' His eyes lock on them, unyielding, stripping away their excuses. He doesn't yell. He doesn't need to. With a firm gesture, he herds them into position—bent over the bench, asses up, exposed and waiting. Good students to the core, Scott and Tad comply without a whimper. They arch their backs, offering themselves fully, hearts pounding as Bull steps closer, ready to claim his due.