Chris did everything humanly possible to avoid having to go to the hell that was gym class. He had memorized all of the hall monitors' and teachers' schedules to the point where he could easily evade their grasp. The little game of cat and mouse Chris had going on worked out great for him for he first few months of school. However, It had gotten to the point where Chris had started to become careless. Unfortunately for him, his carelessness caught up to him. "Chris, where the hell do you think you're going!?" bellowed a booming voice. Chris stopped dead in his tracks, already knowing who was behind him before he turned around. "I-I was just..." "You were nothing! Now get your sorry ass to class!" shouted Coach Maslow. Coach Maslow was the root cause as to why Chris had started to skip class. On the first day of school when he first saw on his schedule that Coach Maslow would be his gym teacher he decided right then and there that he would never go to class. The shire horror of the rumors surrounding Coach Maslow were sufficient enough for him to make this somewhat rash decision.
As Chris made his way to class he couldn't help but wonder how Coach Maslow knew his name let alone that he was suppose to be in his class. That question would have to wait as they reached their destination, the locker room. "Well...aren't you going to go in?" said Coach Maslow menacingly. "Y-yeah," Chis utters meekly.
In the locker room Chris tries to calm his nerves as he gets changed into his gym clothes. "Stupid, stupid, why am I so stupid," thought Chis. "It's alright, I just got a little careless. This'll never happen again, I'll make sure of it! Besides, it's just for today...what's the worse that can happen?" Chris quickly finished changing before sobering his way out to the main gym.
"Alright, listen up maggots!" boomed Coach Maslow. "We're going to continue with our wrestling unit today. Same partners as yesterday, understand?" "Sir, yes sir," meekly echoes the class as they break off into pairs. To Chris' despair, there's an odd number of students meaning that he would *gulp* have to partner up with Coach Maslow himself. Chis' felt the color drain from his face as he felt a powerful hand squeeze his shoulder and heard a sadistic laugh from behind. "Looks like your with me, boy. Ready to get your ass beat?" said Coach with a hearty laugh. "Please Coach, isn't there anyone else I could be with? A threesome maybe?" "Nope, if you had been here on the first day of school then you could have picked someone else as your gym partner but since you decided to skip you're stuck with me," coldly stated Coach. A wave of regret washed over Chris as he realized just how deep of a hole he had dug for himself. "Stop dilly dallying and get your ass over here!" Coach said from out on the wrestling mat.
As he was standing next to Coach Maslow Chris began to realize just how much trouble he was in. Coach's hulking 6'6" figure loomed over Chris' puny self. His bulging muscles that cover every square inch of his flawless body could probably snap Chris in half like a twig. Chris felt his heart begin to race and a cold shiver run down his spine as Coach's stone cold eyes peered deep into his being, destroying him from the inside out. "Ready to get this thing started, boy?" "What? No. Aren't you going to teach me some wrestling moves or some..." "Too late, pipsqueak," said coach as he grabbed Chris' full face in his massive hands and drove him straight into the ground. "If you'd wanted to learn something then you should've come to class," coach said as he stood towering over Chris with his foot planted on Chris' chest. "T-this is s-so unfair. You're so much stronger than me," sputters out Chris. "So what? That's life, tough shit," states Coach. "Now, since you haven't tapped out yet I guess you can keep going," says Coach before quickly flinging Chris back upwards and shoving Chris' face into his armpit. Coach Maslow firmly held Chris' face in place with his massive hand, causing Chis to be unable touch the ground due to the height difference between the two. "Ha, your face is barely big enough to fill up my armpit, pathetic!" Chris was struggling as hard as he could but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't break free of Coach's mighty grasp. As if things couldn't get any worse, Coach Maslow suddenly slammed his arm down, trapping Chris in with the full force of Coach's pit stink and coating his entire head in a layer of his foul sweat. "There we go, my hand was getting tired holding your weak ass in there like that," said Coach before raising his other arm and giving his other pit a quick sniff. "?Oof, that's some foul stuff. I should really start wearing deodorant, what do you think?" Chris couldn't hear let alone respond to Coach's question. He was desperately trying to tap out but couldn't move his arms or hands since when Coach lowered his arm he had pinned down Chris' arms. As everything began to fade to black for Chris due to a lack of clean air, Coach suddenly raised his arm and Chris fell to the ground like a rag doll. "Answer me when I fucking ask you a question, dipshit," angerly shouted Coach Maslow as he glared down at Chris. Chris was to busy coughing to register what Coach was saying which only further enraged Coach Maslow. "That's it, I thought this would've been punishment enough for skipping my class but it looks like I also have to teach you a little discipline, huh?"
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