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Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Joey and the Coach - 17
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Joey and the Coach - 17 (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc)
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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Sam visits the Headmaster
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Fourteen year old recently gang fucked Sam Jordan sat
outside the Headmaster's office. He had decided to
visit the head of the school and come clean about the
pics he had of the Coach molesting Joey Gonzales and
also about the horrible gang fuck he had endured at the
hands of Brian Sheridan and the seniors.
Sam could have kicked himself for having a schoolboy
crush on Brian. He never in a million years thought it
would turn into a brutal sex orgy. He had trusted
Brian. Brian told Sam that it was part of his
initiation, but shit, he had let every senior in the
dorm who wanted to, come into his room to fuck the
sweet freshman asshole.
As Sam sobbed and begged, the seniors told him to take
it like a man, not like a pussy. They also fucked his
cute young mouth. In return, Brian had promised to take
care of the Coach thing for Sam. But Sam now knew he
could trust no one but himself. So he sat there
nervously outside the Headmaster's office, cum leaking
from his stretched out teenage asshole. He licked his
chapped swollen lips and was sure he could still taste
jock cum, even though he had gargled ten times.
Sam felt certain that the Coach's sadistic perversion
was somehow spreading through the school, infecting the
boys. He would have run away, but he had no place to
run to. he ran a hand over his recently cropped
head...the boy shad chopped off his long hair as well
and tears welled up in his pretty, boyish eyes.
In his office the Headmaster sat at his desk playing
with his eight-inch dick. He was watching Sam Jordan on
the TV screen. Fuck, he hadn't realized that that
fucking little freshman pussy was so hot. Maybe it was
his new short buzz cut, but he was prime pussy.
The Headmaster really wanted some of that teen ass and
mouth, but of course, he would have to get the Coach's
permission. Sure the Headmaster was resentful that the
Coach and his "Board of Trustees" ran the school and he
was just a fucking front man...still the job did have
its compensations.
He get to sample lots of sweet boy ass after the coach
was finished with it. Of course most of the boys were
so ruined by the time they came to him, they were
mental and physical wrecks. The Coach loved nothing
more than to totally fuck up a boy for life.
They explained to the parents that the boy had had a
mental breakdown from the pressure of College Prep
studies. The boy to ashamed to even be alive anymore...
never spoke a word of the unspeakable horrors that he
had been exposed to. Amazingly, this practice of
ruining boys had been going on for almost a dozen years
with no repercussions.
"Sam, come on in and take a chair..." The Headmaster
said, opening the door and pushing his throbbing hard
prick down one leg of his suit trousers. He noticed
that Sam was walking very stiffly as if in pain.
Sam cursed to himself. Even though he had spent half an
hour on the toilet, his ass was leaking into his white
briefs again. He sat carefully at the desk across from
the friendly looking middle aged Headmaster. And then
the floodgates opened. He told him everything...He slid
the photos of the Coach and Joey Gonzales across the
table. He spoke of Brian Sheridan and the senior's gang
fucking him, something he never wanted to admit to
another living soul. He sobbed and buried his face in
his hands. He didn't know what to do, which way to
turn.
While he listened to the dick-hardening story, the
Headmaster couldn't take his eyes off the pics of a
naked Joey Gonzales, football star, getting fucked and
fucked up by the Coach. The shots of the bottle in the
boy's asshole were really a turn on. And the Headmaster
sorely hoped he would be able to enjoy some Gonzales
ass in the weeks to come. However the fact that the
freshman pussyboy had these pics was alarming. If word
ever got out...they could all end up in prison.
"Now Sam, you know as well as I do that with computer
technology, pictures can be doctored. These are
probably fakes...designed to embarrass the Coach and
Joey. You know what fine people they both are. I
seriously doubt they would commit these kinds of acts."
"Sir, I'm sure they are real. I just know it. I saw how
Joey looked when he came out of the Coach's office."
"Sam, we have to be careful of that kind of thing. What
you saw may have been a look or relief or of anguish,
dealing with Joey's grades or his performance on the
football field, you assumed the rest. That's very
dangerous. I am much more concerned about this abuse
you say you suffered at the hands of the senior boys. I
always knew Brian Sheridan was a roughneck, but I never
suspected he would abuse another student. You say they
fucked you in the ass?"
Sam's face grew red. Why did the Headmaster have to use
that kind of language. It made it all the worse.
"They... they molested me. A whole bunch of them. Brian
was the ringleader."
"They fucked you in the ass like a pussy? In Brian's
room. And what about the room cameras?" "They rewired
them to show another room...they do it all the time
when drink or screw girls..."
"So how many boys actually put their dicks up your
fourteen year old asshole like you were some cheap
twat?"
"Sir, I was raped. I probably need a doctor, and I
think we should call the police."
"Woa, just hold on young man. Do you know what that
kind of talk could do to our fine school. And those
boys you are speaking of are all fine young men from
fine families...you can't just go around accusing them
without proof. Now tell me, how many of them
pussyporked you?"
"I don't know exactly, I buried my head in the
sheets... by the end... I guess eight or ten. Some did
it for a second time."
"And they dickfucked your face too?"
"Sir, I just can't talk about it..."
"You have to talk about it. If you tell the police, it
will be in the papers and on TV, and most people will
probably think you asked for it. I mean, why would fine
young jocks who spend most of their weekends fucking
girls do something like this to another boy, unless he
was a faggot and asked for it."
"Oh God sir, you've got to believe me..." Sam was
hysterical.
"I'd like to, but you've got to help me here. Are you
sure you boys weren't just horsing around and maybe you
got sexed up and wanted the boys to do stuff to you?"
"How can you even think that. They raped me. My ass is
raw!"
"All right young man. There is only one way to know for
certain. Please remove your clothing and let me get a
look at your so-called raped ass."
"Oh Jesus! Do I gotta?" Sam turned pale. His whole body
shook.
"Don't curse in front of me please. Now be a good boy,
stand up. Take off your jacket and lower your pants and
underpants."
With trembling fingers, fourteen year old Sam Jordan
removed his blazer and then unbuckled his belt and
dropped his pants. The Headmaster came around the desk
for a better view. Sam stood there looking so sexy in
his tiny white underpants and from the rear, the
Headmaster could see the spots of wetness from the cum
leaking teen boy asshole.
Sam wanted to cry, "Sir, I just want to leave school.
Transfer someplace else."
"Take down your underpants, Sam." The Headmaster said,
hoping his own hard on wouldn't betray him.
Sam lowered his briefs, his smooth young recently
fucked ass was now on plain view to the Headmaster.
"Sam, lean over the desk so I can see your asshole
better."
Oh God, the Headmaster of the school was staring at his
asshole. Suddenly poor young Sam wanted to be back in
the eighth grade again, were everything was safe and
comfortable and oh such fun. He wanted to be talking
about pussy with his buddies and having circle jerks.
All the innocent things young kids do. The Headmaster
could see that Sam had indeed been brutally ass raped.
It made his dick throb and leak. "Reach back Sam, and
spread your ass cheeks for me." Sam moaned and grabbed
and ass globe with each hand and pulled his cheeks
apart.
"Ah yes, I can see that you have been fucked back there
by a lot of dick. But how do we know Sam that you
didn't seduce the boys. How do we know that you are not
a cock hungry faggot?"
Sam spun around, half out of his mind, and almost spat
at the Headmaster. "They fucking raped me... Christ, I
am not a faggot."
"I told you before Sam Jordan, there is no need for
that kind of language. We have to get to the bottom of
this. Please sit down Sam and spread your legs and show
me your penis and balls."
A terribly confused Sam sat down and spread his
legs....
In another part of the campus...
Mike entered his room to find a sixteen-year-old Joey
Gonzales huddled naked in the corner on he floor,
muttering to himself like and idiot.
"Joey, what the fuck is it? What's wrong? What the fuck
did they do to you?" Mike was horrified at the sight of
Joey, in a state of shock, his young smooth body
battered and bruised, blood and cum leaking out of his
asshole.
Continued in part 18...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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