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In a cramped office, Coach Studs grills Zak Anderson, his eyes lingering on the young man's muscular frame. Zak squirms, his cock twitching in his pants. Coach leans in, his voice a low rumble, "You've got something to tell me, haven't you?" Zak nods, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso. Coach smirks, "And what's this about a daddy complex?" He grips Zak's throbbing cock, making him gasp. "Show me how you crave it, boy." Zak moans, his ass clenching as Coach fingers his tight hole, preparing it for his thick cock.