Coach No More written by Jimmy

 

Coach No More

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

In Logan Krueger’s bag is his nameplate.

The gold nameplate was given to him by the school, and Logan could not have been prouder to see his name on the door or what it stood for.

Logan let’s out a long sigh as he heads down to the assistant’s office. Logan was assigned to be the assistant to Coach Ronnie Anderson’s assistant. He still apparently had a place on the Bartlet…Midtown? Team.

The door to the assistant’s office is open and as his eyes find Coach Ronnie Anderson’s assistant he can already feel his anger flail just a little bit.

The individual sitting at his desk is on the phone, smiling wide as he nods his head. “Of course Coach…whatever you say Coach…and yes Coach, I’ll have those cleaned Coach…Yeah, red is a terrible color…of course we can switch it. I’ll put in the order now blue singlets, sky blue just like… uhuh…uhuh…uh…” here he pauses pursing his lips and nods. “See you later on tomorrow” and promptly the man returns the phone to the cradle.

“Can I help…oh, it’s you.”

Standing up from the desk the assistant coach towers over Logan Krueger, and he is not a small dude. Logan couldn’t tell from watching him on the phone but he appears to be rather average. The man has a bit of a gut, dark hair coming to a widow’s peak, dark scruff on his cheeks and light brown eyes. He has some muscle definition but his greasy slick back hair does not appear to have been washed in a while. The smile does not reach his eyes as he holds out his hand, the rat-like grin shows off a set out teeth that are slightly yellowed with the first two front teeth longer and more pronounced than the rest giving him an even more rat-like appearance than Logan originally noticed.

“Assistant Coach Buster Gunner, you must be Logan Krueger.” Logan finds his palm moist as he shakes Logan’s hand repeatedly as he talks. “You had quite a career in High School, shame that it came to an end right?”

Logan opens his mouth to speak but Buster Gunner is still speaking.

“You planning on wrestling in the big leagues? It’s not like High School trust me. Anyways, you get to be my assistant” at this Buster smiles again. “We don’t have a towel boy around here…budget cuts and all. So you will be in charge of that, moping the shower room” at this he leans in close and Logan’s nostrils flare up at the smell wafting from him “It gets really smelly, especially in the summer.” Chuckling like he made the best joke in the world Buster continues with “Nut checking the wrestlers…making sure that no one wears a cup. It’s a Midtown Tradition.” He smiles evilly, and looks at Logan dressed in his own singlet, after training earlier and slams his knuckles into Logan’s low hangers.

“Awwww” Logan groans, doubling over and cupping his crotch.

“Yup! Just like that!”

Buster slaps his back as Logan groans again, cupping his stinging ballsack. Gunner managed to slap both equally and his nuts sound with the hard and unexpected thump given to his boys.

“Trust me…after a month or so the boys know not to try wearing a cup! Because if they do everyone gets to nut check them…and they will only be wearing a jock when they get checked!” Buster chuckles again but pushes a list towards Logan. “When you are done playing with yourself go ahead and finish this list for me of tasks.”

Logan stands back up, grimacing a bit and snatches it off the desk. “Sounds like this will be real fun.”

“That a boy!”

Buster slaps Logan’s ass as he heads out of the office shouting “And don’t take too long!”

 

All week long into the summer break Logan is forced to do unspeakable tasks around the gym. Cleaning the toilets, washing the singlets and jocks…by hand just to name a few icky tasks while Coach Ronnie Anderson and Assistant Coach Buster Runner have meetings between themselves and a few with Doug. At least Logan got to be present when they talked to Doug. Both men valuated Doug’s skillset and how he would be great again as a wrestling captain.

“He still has to wrestle Jayden” pipes in Logan.

“The kid isn’t even a freshman yet!” Doug says.

“Actually he was last year, he got moved into High School early. He’s really smart and—J…”

“You can suck his cock later, Krueger.” Buster jokes, a grin spreading on his face. “But that wimpy little snot nosed brat has the look of a towel boy written all over him. The two of you gathered quite a…a group to tryout. Your even younger puny cousin. A known wrestling failure in the elder Gomez family whose losses really seem to pile up. And Oliver Jackson…who was kicked off of his last wrestling team…for…” Buster flicks through his notes. “Oh yes, for blatantly being a sucker. I called his coach. Real loser. Honestly, it’s a good thing that Ronnie stepped in…or your team would be fuuuuuucked.”

Logan’s face drains of all color and his blue eyes narrow.

“Jayden…”

“Who you got a hardon for!” interrupts Buster again.

“Shut up! The both of you!”

Doug’s grin is so wide as he ping pongs looks between the assistant coaches, but Coach Ronnie Anderson is standing now. “I told Gomez he has a shot, and only one. We will see what type of energy he brings tomorrow. I admit…his career looks a little different from his brother’s. Jayden Gomez doesn’t seem to lose when he has a meet. Maybe he is more than he looks Buster.”

Doug laughs once and short “No, Buster has his number. Jayden just got lucky.”

“Every single time?” Logan says. “You sound delusional Doug, and your record is not spotless…you lose at least half of your matches every year that you have been on the team.” Logan stands and points at Coach Anderson “And Midtown is usually the first team out of the running for state championship for the past ten years. In my four years we have won it twice, and it wasn’t by luck…it was by skilled wrestlers under my leadership.” Logan puffs up his chest looking from Coach Anderson, to the Assistant Coach Buster and to Doug looking proud as he crosses his arms over his chest. “If you want to win you will have me do more than wash the toilets when the wrestlers start. Unless you want another loss on your record.”

The air is electric when Logan finishes and he turns his smug smile onto Buster because he hates him the most out of the small gathered group.

“Nut check!” Buster yells and hits Logan in his basket, knocking the large testicles right into his thighs. Buster hit hard, knuckles first and it’s almost more of a punch than a backhand. The crack of his skin on contact makes everyone wince as Logan stumbles backwards and drops to all fours gasping as the ringing sound of Buster’s scream mimics that of his perfect smack.   

“I forgot to do one to Logan earlier…” Buster grins, “I wouldn’t want Logan to feel unappreciated around here.”

Logan moans “You… dickhead…ugh.”

Coach Anderson watches the scene playing out and his eyes twinkle and says “You sound just like your father when you cry out about your balls, pity you got that weakness from him. He was always cry baby too.”

Logan’s blue hurt eyes flash up at him from the floor and Logan says “Don’t talk about my Dad like that.”

Coach Anderson stands up walking over to Logan and bending down so that he can see him at eye level. “You have his pride, son. I knocked it out of Bradley when I was senior and he was a snot nosed little freshman. Believe me, he cried…like a baby.” Anderson sneers standing back-up. “Meeting over everyone. See you all for tryouts tomorrow.”

Doug hustles by Logan whispering “Loser” as he leaves.

Assistant Coach Buster follows saying “I’ll put together a new list of chores—tasks for you to do tomorrow Logan, look for it on my desk in the morning.”

Logan slowly stands up and meets Coach Anderson’s eyes levelly. “I will have equal say in what happens tomorrow. My vote counts.” He’s cupping his sore rocks in one hand, they feel a little squishier than normal. Buster has been cup checking him all week long.

“I’ll listen to what you have to say…but I only have ten spots on my team, and each one will be filled by the best athlete. Your father didn’t make the cut when he tried out for my team…and I don’t think that the Gomez brothers, your little cousin, or the Jackson boy will either.” Coach Anderson shrugs as he sits at his desk but pulls out a small package and tosses it to Logan.

Logan catches the plastic wrapped sky blue singlet and sneers at it. “That’s not my size.”

“Not my problem…talk to Buster about it. But you will wear it tomorrow at tryouts. Or don’t bother showing up. I won’t have a red singlet worn by anyone in this gym. Blue is for the winners circle.”

“You don’t have to like me” Logan starts, as he steps forward “But you will respect me.”

“Respect is earned. You want my respect…than beat one of my men. Take on B—”

Logan interrupts pointing to him “I’ll face you.”

“I will accept that challenge if you accept mine. Beat Buster tomorrow. Then I will listen to you, and your vote will count. I’ll even allow you to face me, but not before. My gym, my rules.”

“We will see whose gym it is…after tomorrow.”

Coach Anderson gives Logan a cool half smile and nods.

“That we will…Krueger.”

 

 

 

 

To be continued…