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Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Joey and the Coach - 19
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Joey and the Coach - 19 (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc)
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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The end of Joey's ordeal and the beginning of Sam's.
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Young Sam Jordan didn't even pack all of his belongings.
He just threw whatever he could find into his back pack
and headed for the door. He wasn't even sure where he
was going. But he knew he couldn't stay here. In his bag
he had copies of the pics of the coach molesting Joey,
and perhaps he would take them to the police or to a
newspaper.
He almost ran down the hall toward the big front door to
the school, when he heard yelling and shouting above
him. He looked up to see three figures struggling on the
third floor landing, then one of them tumbled over the
banister and came hurtling through the air to crash into
the marble floor at Sam's feet. Sam threw his hands to
his face. The nightmare still was not over. He looked
down at the twisted, crumpled body of a fifteen year old
student named Mike.
The Coach had caught them coming at him out of the
corner of his eye. He moved to one side just in time to
avoid the heavy blow that would have sent him over the
railing. His almost naked body was slick with sweat, and
Joey's hands slid across his torso, brushing the big
nipples. Mike's hands grabbed one arm and shoved.
The Coach twisted and backed Mike against the rail.
Joey behind him pushed on the Coach's back and the coach
forced Mike over the rail. Mike tumbled out into space
and then down, his sweet handsome young body never had a
chance against the hard floor three flights down.
Now the coach twisted again and Joey went over the
banister, but managed to hang on with his fingers. He
dangled there above Sam and the twisted remains of Mike.
Joey had so little strength left because of what had
happened to him earlier in the day, that he knew he
wouldn't last long.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite little Cunt Boy," the
coach beamed. Danger always excited him. It have him a
vicious hard on. The front of his running shorts tented
out. He reached down and pried the fingers of one of
Joey's hands off the rail. The boy now hung by one hand.
The look of terror in his young face made the Coach's
dick throb and leak.
"Thought you'd get me, did you. I like that. I respect
that. It shows you've still got some spunk left in you.
Don't worry, we'll fuck it out of you. Unless of course
I let you fall. I can see the headlines now, "Homosexual
Love Double Suicide at Private School."
"HELP ME! Oh God! Help Me!" Joey's voice was still raspy
from all the dick had sucked that afternoon.
"Help you? Why the fuck should I help you? Didn't you
fight me every step of the way. Did you suck dog dick
willingly without making a fuss, No! I DON'T THINK SO.
And now you want me to save your puking life? Lets just
twist one more finger off the rail, you can hang by
four, can't you?
"Oh God! Oh God, please, please, I'll do whatever you
say, please!"
"You will? Will you pose for our internet sight for us
without any trouble?"
"Yes, oh help, please help me. I can't hold on..."
"Will you work in the stables for us, cleaning up horse
shit?"
"Yes, yes, help me..."
"Do you know how the boys who work in the stable clean
up the horse shit, Joey? THEY EAT IT."
"H-E-L-P ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!" Joey felt his
fingers sliding off the smooth rail.
"They eat the horse shit, and they also have another job
Joey, taking care of the horses' needs. Are you willing
to suck horse dick Joey? Will you show all the trustees
how well you can suck horse dick? Will you do that if I
save you?"
"Oh God yes, I promise. I swear I'll do it. Help me!"
"And Joey, will you be a good little cunt and take those
big fat juicy horse cocks up your stretched out
boypussy?"
"Ugh! Anything, anything!"
"A boy your age has to learn Joey. You've been cock of
the walk
too long around this school. You need to learn humility,
and I am the man to teach it to you. Now do we have a
deal?"
"OOOOHHH!" Joey's hand gave way and he slid off the
banister. But just as he started to fall, the coach
reached down and grabbed the boy by the wrist. Joey was
out of his mind with fear.
"Do we have a deal, Prick Face?"
"Yes sir!"
"To make sure, we are going to have the words "HORSE
SUCKER" tattooed on your stomach and "HORSE CUNT"
tattooed on your ass cheeks. Is that all right Joey?
Nice big bright tattoos telling everyone what you are."
"Yes sir, I'll do whatever you want. Anything!"
The Coach smiled. "We'll see. You know that big boa
constrictor we've got in the science lab? Well he just
loves to crawl up inside boys' assholes. Let's go now
and play with him, should we? Would you like that Joey?"
"Oh yes, yes I'd like that. Please don't let me die.
Please. I'd like that a lot. Anything you say Coach."
And the Coach hauled Joey up over the rail. "We'd better
call the call the police about poor Mike's suicide Some
boys, especially faggots can't stand the pressure of a
College Prep school. You'll testify that Mike was always
coming on to you, wanting you to let him suck your dick
and begging you to fuck his ass.
"You'll tell the police how you would come back to your
room to find Mike sucking on your dirty jockstraps. How
he'd beg to clean out your used rubbers when you'd fuck
a girl. That will keep it out of the papers pretty much.
Even they can't print shit like that."
Then the Coach looked down and saw young Sam Jordan
standing in the foyer below. "We have to do something
about that boy!"
Arloe was the Coach's assistant. He had graduated from
the school a while back. His grades were shitty, but the
Coach had gotten him through because Arloe had one
sterling quality. He was a sick motherfucking sadist.
He was currently working on Sam Jordan.
"Tried to get away, huh Sam? That calls for some
attitude adjustment."
He put his big naked foot on Sam's bare chest and
pushed. Sam was tied to one of the school's big old
wooden doors. "Coach says we have to change your
attitude. Get you to want to stay here and keep your
mouth shut, except of course when it's sucking dick!"
Arloe had used his own stripped shirt to choke Sam into
submission. The poor freshman boy had no chance to fight
back.
"Coach says we can make you the School Cunt. You know
what that is? Some of the senior jocks love to have a
regular boy pussy to help them relax after big games.
Just think, you'll have the pleasure of helping our
jocks score big this year. You'll be available for them
to fuck in the ass or mouth any time they want."
Now Sam understood why Brian and the others were so
quick to rape his young ass, they had done it to boys
before. The whole school was corrupt.
"Coach also says you can help me take care of the dogs,
cause Joey who was supposed to have that job will be
busy with the horses. I just hope your small ass can
take it. Well, don't worry, sleeping with a fourteen
inch dildo up it every night will stretch it out in no
time.
"That's what coach made me do when I was a freshman, and
you can see it didn't hurt me any. But the best part,
little Sammy, the best part is that Coach says you can
be my toilet. It's my absolute favorite thing to do with
a boy. I never us a real toilet if I can help it, not
when I have a boy's mouth around."
So things at the school were back to normal. Oh there
was some to-do about Mike's suicide, but after a number
of boys testified that the dead kid was a flaming faggot
who drooled over their dicks in the dorm and locker
room, even Mike's high profile father wanted to keep
things quiet.
With tears in his eyes, he actually thanked the school
for keeping it out of the papers. Just to cement things
for good, the Coach showed Mike's father photos of Mike
fucking Joey in the ass in their dorm room "Some boys
are just rotten from the word go..." the Coach said one
arm around Mike's father's shoulder.
So Joey goes to the stable each day after his classes
and takes care of the horses. On weekend evenings he
does special horse shows for the trustees. You'd be
amazed at how much horse dick that boy can take up his
young ass. Sam Jordan pretty much belongs to Arloe and
is fucking ruined for life.
Oh yes, the headmaster fucked him fifteen or twenty
times before he turned him over to the sadistic Arloe.
Arloe makes him sleep in the kennel with the dogs and
service them with his pussy any time the dogs need it
which, considering there are ten dogs, is pretty often
during the night. Sam's grades have gone to hell, but
the coach fakes them.
The boy doesn't even really go to class any more. The
other boys mostly think he transferred schools. Sam eats
canned dog food, and spends most of his time on a leash.
But the best part of Sam's new life is that he gets to
be Arloe's personal toilet. Arloe pisses and shits in
Sam's mouth. How many fourteen year old boys can say
they have had such adventures?
And the Coach? Well the Coach is on the look out for a
new playmate. Do you have a boy you'd like to send to
his school?
The End
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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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