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Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Joey and the Coach - 6
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Joey and the Coach - 6 (M/m-teen, nc, huml, v)
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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Joey's second visit to the Coach.
***
Joey had the worst night of his life. And the next
morning, feeling sore and sick to his stomach, not even
looking at his roommate who felt equally guilty, Joey
somehow convinced himself as abused people do, that the
worst was over. He told himself that maybe the coach
just wanted to teach them a lesson, and that if they
behaved and didn't fuck up any more, maybe the coach
would forgive him and leave him and Mike alone.
As Joey left for his first class, Mike, still buried
under his pillow said sullenly, "Later Joe, see you at
lunch?"
Joey stopped at the room door. His asshole hurt like
hell, and there had been a little blood on his sheet.
But he knew it wasn't Mike's fault. Mike was trapped,
jut like he was.
"Yeah dude. Maybe the worst is over. Maybe, he'll let
us off, now that we made complete fools of ourselves."
Complete fools, what he meant was complete faggots.
Homos... queers. They had performed queer acts at the
command of the Coach, and they would never ever forget
that. Even if they got married and had kids of their
own, they would always carry that horrible secret.
It was during second period that Joey found out the
worst was not over. A note for him was delivered to
English class. Joey opened it.
"Report to me after second period. You have three
minutes to get to my office. Coach Black."
Joey hadn't eaten much breakfast, but what little he
had almost came up on him. He started to tremble and
didn't even hear when the teacher called his name.
"Joey, is something wrong?"
"Eh, no sir. Sorry sir." Joey stammered back.
"Then pay attention."
In his office, Coach Black was already hard-dicked and
leaking. He was watching the freshmen class swim period
on in house television. He required the freshmen boys
to swim bare-assed, claiming it had Ancient Greek
Health Benifits. Shit, just a few years ago, many
schools had the boys swim bare-assed.
Of course the real reason was so that Coach Black could
pick and choose which boy's he next wanted to molest
and ass fuck. Those little fourteen year olds were just
asking for it. Bouncing around all bare balled, nuts
and dicks swinging as they horsed around waiting to be
called in to swim. If the coach had his way, he'd keep
the freshmen class that way all the time 24/7.
Of course some surface facade of propriety had to be
maintained at the school. He knew that. "Jesus Christ,
Sam Jordan has a pretty little body..." The coach said,
once again aware of how much he wanted to plow the
kid's virgin pussy. "That boy needs to be gang fucked!"
The coach pulled at his dick just as the bell for the
end of period two rang.
Shit, since phy-ed was a double period class, he would
miss the bare assed diving today, he loved it when the
kids landed wrong and bruised their young fuck-sacks.
Coach decided once again that he had to convince the
board of directors of the school to expand the
enrollment to include seventh and eighth grade. Fuck,
the fun he could have then. The coach had a twisted
theory that he called, "YOU CAN'T FUCK THEM TOO YOUNG."
And believe me, he put it into practice every chance he
got.
Joey knew he was in for a bad time when Coach Black
appeared in the doorway to his inner office and sent
his secretary on an errand. "Mr. Gonzales, will you
please come in." Joey entered the inner office and the
coach closed and locked the door. The sound of that
lock turning rang in Joey's ears.
"Please Coach, I learned my lesson. Can I please have a
second chance?"
The coach smiled." You can have a second chance...
getting your ass beaten and my big dick up your cunt."
Joey turned pale. "You can't do this to me, you
can't..."
The coach's hand snapped out and caught Joey on the
cheek. The boy fell back onto the sofa.
"Can't I, Fuckface? And what about the videos I have
from last night, you feeding your little roommate your
dick, and him plowing your faggot asshole? Should I
mail those to your father, or to the newspapers?" Joey
put his hands over his mouth. He felt like he wanted to
puke. His ass throbbed with pain.
"And I even have a witness. Young innocent Sam Jordan
walked in and saw your feeding time with Mike last
night. He saw your spic prick shoved down Mike's
gullet! Now what did you say about I can't, I can't
what Joey boy? I can't what?"
The coach leaned down and began to rip at Joey's shirt,
and soon the boy was bare-chested, his smooth fine body
turning on the crazed coach even more.
"Please... coach... not again. Please, I'll be good. I
swear I'll be good."
"Goddamned right you'll be good. Now take off your
pants like a good little Cunt!"
Joey's hands were shaking to badly he couldn't even
open his belt. The coach had to do it for him, and pull
of the boy's pants. Soon Joey was standing there bare
assed naked, his fat dick and balls on display. The
coach slapped Joey's firm young ass cheek.
"How's your pussy this morning Gonzales? A little sore
from your roommate's dick? Don't worry, you'll get used
to it. Three times a night from him will soon open up
that twat."
Joey was balling like a baby. 'H-how long do I gotta do
this Coach?" The coach felt the boy's ass cheeks.
"Until I say you can stop. The more you get into your
nightly fuckings, the sooner I'll allow you to stop. I
wanna see you enjoying them, begging Mike to fuck you
harder. And no more feeding him your dick. You are the
pussy, he is the stud. You will suck his dick to get it
hard between fucks."
"Ohhhh Coach, I'm not a faggot."
The coach walked the trembling boy over to his desk,
one hand on the boy's ass. "I don't know, looks like
you are to me. Now, I thought today after I beat your
ass with my belt, I would also whip your ballbag.
Scrotum lashings were common in prisoner of war camps
during the war you know. Don't ask me which war, any
war... all wars. If you wanna break a prisoner, one of
the easiest ways is to beat his egg sacks.
"I've moved the waste basket over near the desk cause
you will probably puke when I beat your balls. They
will swell up too... to the size of oranges. I've done
it before, so I know what I'm doing. Its hysterical to
see a boy of twelve or thirteen with nuts the size of
oranges, believe me. But it can be done.
"Today, I shall have to settle for sixteen year old
Joey Gonzales nuts. And then I am going to fuck your
ass of course. After Mike's fuckings, it should take my
dick without a problem this morning. Oh it'll be sore
and rough and hurt like hell, but the pussy hole itself
will be more accommodating. Gotta get that pussy in
shape, don't we Joey?" Joey just leaned over the desk
sobbing. "I SAID, DON'T WE JOEY?" Coach black slapped
Joey's young smooth ass hard, the sound rang through
the room.
"Yes...sir," Joey burbled.
"Yes sir what, Dickhead? Yes sir what?" The coach
continued to slap the boy's ass.
"Yes sir... we gotta... get that... that... pussy in
shape."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Whose pussy Joey? Whose pussy do we
need to get in shape?"
Joey screamed, he was losing it. "MY PUSSY SIR!! MY
PUSSY!! WE NEED TO GET MY PUSSY IN SHAPE!!" Imagine a
sixteen year old jock making such an admission.
"Good boy Joey. Good boy." The coach shoved a finger
roughly into Joey's sore asshole Joey rose up onto his
toes. "From now on this is your pussy, and you will
refer to it as your pussy at all times. Now where is my
finger Joey?"
"In my pussy sir!"
"That's right. You may also refer to it as your cunt if
you prefer. If I ask you what it is in the locker room
in front of the entire football team, you will say it
is your pussy or your cunt, do you understand that?"
"Y-yes sir... my pussy or my cunt," Joey's voice shook
with fear and humiliation.
"Louder boy! What is it?"
"IT'S MY PUSSY OR MY CUNT SIR. M-MY PUSSY... MY CUNT...
MY, MY..." Joey was sobbing uncontrollably.
"That a girl, good girl. Now on the desk in front of
you, you will see the whisky bottle from yesterday. The
offending bottle, to remind you of your sins. I have
half filled the bottle once again for you, but not with
whiskey. This time it is just straight piss. have a
nice drink Joey."
The coach twisted his finger up the sixteen year old's
boy ass to get him to respond. Joey picked up the
bottle in his shaking hand and brought it to his lips.
The smell of stale piss was overwhelming.
"I'm going to puke sir," he said, spit dripping from
his chin as his young mouth hung slack.
"If you puke, you will lick it up. Now drink the nice
piss Joey like a good little cunt."
Joey drank the piss, he choked and gagged, but he
didn't puke. When his breakfast came back up into his
mouth, he swallowed it. He didn't want to puke onto the
desk and be forced to lick it up. He drank two big
swallows of piss, it tasted horrible.
"Come on Joey, show me how you chug when you want to
impress your friends. Drink the whole bottle of piss
Joey boy." To emphasize his point, the Coach worked a
second finger up into the abused boys raw sore rectum.
"OOOHhhh God Coach, that hurts!!" Joey screamed,
clawing at the desk.
"Yeah, I bet it does. Come on big boy, drink the piss,
so I can start to beat your ass and balls."
Joey drank the piss and now ready for his ass cheek and
fuck-bag beating. Something every sixteen-year-old boy
should experience at least once in his young life, if
not regularly.
Continued in part 7...