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Archive name: joey14.txt (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc)
Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Joey and the Coach - 14

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Joey and the Coach - 14 (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc)
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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Joey's Demonstration.

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Joey stepped into the small gym and blinked a the 
bright lights. They were video taping for some reason. 
He heard men talking, and when his eyes adjusted he saw 
about twenty to twenty five men seated in the 
bleachers. The guys were of all ages and types from 
youngish in shape men, to old fat balding slugs. They 
were all intensely interested in one thing, sixteen-
year-old Joey Gonzales.

For some reason, Joey who usually loved to parade 
around in his football gear and show off, felt a knot 
of dread in the pit of his stomach. Maybe it was just 
residue pain from getting fucked so much. Maybe his 
mind was just all fucked up from the coach's abuse, but 
he felt like he was walking into a pit of vipers. 

"Ah gentlemen, here is young Joey Gonzales, star of our 
football team to model the new uniform for you." The 
coach said, and some of the guys laughed outright. 

"Shit, when I went to school here, we didn't allow 
Spics in." One of the older guys said, squinting at the 
cute Latino jock. 

"Times have changed Frank." The coach said, pushing 
Joey closer to the bleachers and the lights and the 
cameras. Many of the Trustees took out small digital 
cameras and snapped pics. For a moment Joey relaxed. 
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. 

"I say who cares what nationality the boys are...as 
long as they have cute fuckable asses." 

Joey's hopes were crushed by the laughter of all the 
men at that remark. 

"Turn around boy, show us your ass." A middle-aged guy 
said, camera clicking. 

"Sixteen you say, coach?" 

"Yup. And virgin ass until just this week. Never sucked 
a dick before this week either. Joey open your mouth 
for the gentlemen." 

"Jesus, what did the little faggot do for fun?" Another 
round of laughter. 

"He claims he fucked girls." The coach said. Joey 
wanted to protest that he wasn't a faggot, and that he 
had indeed fucked girls. The coach knew it. That's what 
had gotten him into trouble in the first place. He 
wasn't a queer. He was all man. But nobody would have 
listened.

"Come on Faggot Face, model that uniform for us...do 
some poses like you are playing in a game." 

"Shit, he never fucked cunt. He's got faggot written 
all over him. You can always tell a cocksucker by the 
way they move. He's got that fucking feminine quality 
to him." These guys were drunk too, that made things 
more dangerous for poor young Joey. 

"Now Joey, remove the jersey and show the nice 
gentlemen how you look in just the shoulder pads." 

Joey wanted to cry, but he knew he had to smile and act 
polite, the coach had warned him. Why did they want him 
to take off the Jersey, how did that help to model the 
uniform? He pulled off the green jersey and stood there 
naked from the waist up except for the shoulder pads. 

"These are our new shoulder pads, designed to protect a 
boy while he plays the game," the coach said. 

"Jesus, look at the tits on the pussy." Laughter all 
around. "Step closer Cunt, let's see those titties." 

Joey was crying now, he couldn't help it, but he tired 
to hide it. He still tried to smile so the coach 
wouldn't be angry. He walked closer to the group of 
leering men. Some of the perverts were openly playing 
with their dick lumps. This was insane. 

"You been working on this twat's nipples haven't you 
coach?" One of the younger guys asked. 

The coach smiled. "Just getting them ready for you 
gentlemen. Play with your nipples a little Joey. Pull 
and twist them. Show the Trustees how nice your titties 
get." 

"Please don't do this to me..." Joey whispered. 

"You'll be punished for that Joey..." the Coach smiled. 
"Now play with your fucking nipples." 

The sixteen-year-old jock stood there in front of the 
trustees pulling on his teenage nipples and moaning. 

"Harder, twist them harder. You can do better than 
that...." some young guy in the audience yelled. 

"Wait until we get the car battery cables on them, that 
will help develop them..." an older guy said. 

Joey was terrified. He stood there, a look of shock on 
his face and twisted and tugged at his boy tits. Why in 
God's name would any guy want to see him do this? 

"Okay Joey, take off the shoulder pads." The coach 
said. Was that good or bad. It meant he could stop 
pulling on his nipples, but at the same time he had to 
now be totally naked from the waist up. Joey removed 
the shoulder pads. 

"Jesus, he's got soft skin, like a twelve year old 
twat." 

"And not too greasy for a spic." Joey had grown up in a 
wealthy influential family, so he had never experienced 
these kinds of racial slurs before. He knew the guys 
were doing it for sexual arousal and it made him sick 
to his stomach. 

"Shoes off Joey...and now do some exercises for us, 
show us those nice muscles. You see gentlemen the 
elasticity of the uniform, how it gives in all the 
right places...." 

"Oh yeah..." one cigar chomping trustee bellowed, "I 
cant wait to give it to Joey in all the right places." 

Joey chewed his lower lip. Were they going to do sexual 
things to him? Hadn't he been through enough? Wasn't 
there any God listening to his prayers? 

"Hey Coach, you got a dog for today's demonstration?" 
Joey held his breath. Oh No. This couldn't be 
happening. 

"Oh yeah, five in fact." 

Joey's knees gave out and he fell to the mat. A roar of 
laughter filled the room. The guys knew he was scared 
out of his mind. 

"Oh yeah, nothing like a pack of sexed up doggies to 
put a boy in his place." 

Joey needed to escape. He thought he might puke, or 
pass out. He started to crawl toward the 
exit...crawling on his hands and knees like a fucking 
animal, but the coach sauntered over and kicked him in 
the naked gut. Joey collapsed and the guys screamed 
with laughter. 

"Where you going Joey? The uniform demonstration isn't 
over yet. Now get back in the middle and take off your 
uniform pants. Show the trustees the new athletic 
supporter and cup." 

"Please... please coach, I'm so sorry for whatever I 
did. Please don't do this to me any more..." Joey said 
very quietly. 

"Joey...take off the uniform pants. Show us your nice 
strong jock legs. DO IT!" 

Joey began to undo his belt. Deep in his heart he knew 
now that they were going to see everything. Everything. 
And make him do sick, sick stuff. And what could he do 
about it?

Continued in part 15...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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