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Angel's Fall - 1
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

***

Angel falls under the control of the Coach, and is in 
for a very bad time. Mm-teen, ped, nc, v, tor, voy, 
school)
 
***

Angel knew it would happen sooner or later. He was just 
too fucking handsome. The other boys in the school had 
told him. They had teased him, saying, "The coach will 
get you sooner or later. There is no way you can escape 
it." And now it had happened. The coach had called him 
into his office. Don't get me wrong. All the boys in 
the school were terrified by the coach. 

They'd heard stories and know boys to disappear over 
night from the Academy. The Headmaster was just a 
figurehead, and everyone knew that the Coach ran the 
school Shit, the coach and many of the members of the 
Board of Trustees were a bunch of sicko perverts who 
loved to prey on teenage boys. But what could the boys 
do? 

Most of them came from rich uncaring families, and 
since they were troubled youths with spotty past 
histories, the families were happy to ship them off to 
the private school where they couldn't embarrass the 
family any further. 

Angel was no different. He was intelligent and could 
have been a straight A student, but he just fucked off 
to much. He was always hitting on some cute girl and 
always getting into trouble. 

His dad, a latino strict Catholic who had crawled his 
way up from the slums to become a very wealthy 
prominent real estate magnate and was now heading into 
politics, couldn't stand his shiftless son, who seemed 
to have none of his old man's work ethic or morality. 
So Angel had been shipped Lakeland Academy. 

And believe me the coach knew the first minute he saw 
the handsome sixteen year-old, that he would work his 
magic on the boy. He couldn't wait to beat the shit out 
of the kid and turn him into a crawling, crying 
pussyboy. But the Coach had to move slowly, one boy had 
already "disappeared" this month, a darling fourteen 
year old who was now serving as the private twenty four 
hour toilet for one of the Board of Trustee members. 

Oh, everyone had had a chance to use the boy's mouth 
and ass, both as a cunt and as a toilet, but when he 
was really broken and nothing more than a mumbling 
idiot, they had given him to Greg Hildebrant in return 
for his nice donation to the school. Greg had a special 
tiled bathroom in his house... where there was no 
commode... just fourteen year old Andy chained naked on 
the floor, holding his mouth open. 

The response of Andy's dad when he was told that his 
boy had run away was, "I always knew that kid would 
come to no good. Well, good riddance!" So Andy had 
little hope of rescue and could look forward to being a 
shit and piss drain for a long time. 

Anyway, The Coach knew that another boy couldn't 
disappear so soon, it would raise eyebrows even among 
the police of the small community... whose chief's palm 
was well greased and who often participated in the 
activities with the boys. 

But, no reason the coach couldn't get started with 
Angel... break him slowly. Work him down. Humiliate and 
abuse him in small, subtle ways. See what the kid was 
made of and how easy it would be to destroy him. And 
Shit, he was so fucking beautiful... the coach threw a 
boner just thinking about the sexy new latino student. 

Now a trembling Angel knocked at the coach's door. The 
coach made him wait over a minute, then threw open the 
door and grabbed the scared boy by the scruff of his 
collar. "Get your fucking useless ass in here, you God 
damned greasy spic!" The coach screamed, dragging Angel 
up the stairs into his sound proofed inner office. 
Angel whimpered and tried to twist out of the coach's 
grasp. 

"What did I do? I didn't do anything. There must be 
some mistake, Coach!" 

"There's no fucking mistake, you fucking faggot whore! 
The boys have reported that you are a fucking faggot 
and that you have been hitting on them in the showers. 
They reported that you brush up against their hard 
smooth young asses and let your hand "accidentally bump 
their fat flaccid dicks." 

"I'm not a faggot Coach, honest. Ask anyone. I've 
fucked girls and everything. I've fucked lots of 
girls... you gotta believe me!" shit how could you help 
brushing up against another boy in the shower? Four 
boys were required to shower together in one tiny 
shower stall. They were always rubbing up against each 
other and sometimes throwing boners. 

"The boys say you get a fucking hard on every time you 
shower with them!" The coach slapped the Mexican boy 
hard across his beautiful face. 

"That's not cause I'm queer coach, honest. I can't help 
it. I get hard all the time. I throw a boner a couple 
of dozen times a day. It doesn't mean anything. It's 
just my hormones or something."

"How often do you jerk off?" 

"Uugh, jeez... three times a day or so..." Shit, Angel 
forgot the school rules. WHAP!! The Coach slapped him 
again. 

"You know the school rules about boys committing self 
abuse! We believe that boys who beat their meat only 
increase their sexual desire and need. Soon all you 
horny little fuckers think about is sex and you cant 
concentrate on your studies or athletic skills. I know 
how dirty little boys like you can be..especially if 
the boy is a fucking cocksucking faggot. How many boys 
in the school have you sucked off?" 

The coach threw Angel to the floor and started to kick 
him. The man was a fucking monster. Angel wanted to 
call someone for help, but who could he call. His 
father didn't give a damn about him and his mother was 
too submissive to protest. THWAP! The coach's shoe 
landed in Angel's gut. 

"I haven't done that. I've never done anything like 
that. Please, give me a lie detector test or something. 
I have never done anything with a guy!" 

"Lie detectors aren't always accurate. We have other 
ways to get the truth out of a boy!" The coach kicked 
him again. "Okay, mister stud... tell me how many girls 
have you fucked?" 

Angel was trying to protect his body from the kicks. He 
crawled into a kind of fetal position, but the foot 
then leaned on his ass and his back. "What... huh? I 
don't know... please, coach!" 

"A real stud knows how many cunts he's rammed. He keeps 
score. A real stud chalks up his victories. You are 
fucking lying to me, you little homo pussyboy!" 

"OKAY, OKAY! Twenty two. I've fucked twenty two 
different girls!" 

"That's all and you're sixteen? Shit, what a sissyboy. 
And how many of them did you get pregnant?" 

"What?" Angel was totally confused and really freaking 
out. 

"How many of them did you breed, knock up... belly 
bloat... fill with baby batter until they had a bun in 
the oven?" 

"Ah, none... none that I know of..."

"Christ, what a fucking twerp! Can't even get a cunt 
pregnant. What are you shooting water? Or just blanks? 
No wonder you're a faggot. Everybody knows high school 
boys compete with each other to see how many twats they 
can get pregnant. But you're too busy looking at all 
the swinging dick in the locker room!" 

Angel started to cry. He was not a sissy, and he was 
seldom brought to tears. But the insanity of the 
accusations and his inability to defend himself just 
sort of got to him. The coach liked that. He liked to 
see a boy cry. It was one of his favorite things. 

"Aw, spic boy is crying, is he? does he want his daddy? 
Well, Daddy doesn't give a fuck about you! You belong 
to the school and to me! And I intend to find out how 
much of a fucking faggot you really are. Stand up and 
strip!" 

"Oh Jesus, What?" Angel couldn't believe his ears. 

"You heard me, stand up and get your fucking clothes 
off. NOW!"

"COACH PLEASE, WHY DO YOU WANT ME TO STRIP. WHAT FOR?" 
Angel was hysterical. 

The coach kicked the boy again. "Don't ask fucking 
stupid questions... just fucking do it, Asswipe!"

Angel crawled to his knees and then struggled to his 
feet. He looked a mess. He removed his school blazer 
and then started to undo his necktie. 

"Come on, Shitface, I haven't got all day!" the coach 
snickered. 

If anything, Angel's already handsome face looked even 
more beautiful when he cried. His dark curly hair and 
his perfect features...what a young God he would have 
made under other circumstances. But here, at Lakeland 
Academy, he was about to be turned into a disgusting, 
whimpering boycunt! 

Angel opened his shirt and revealed his smooth muscular 
young chest, capped with two small but perfectly shaped 
nipples. 

"Jesus, you got tits like a girl." The coach said, 
laughing at the boy, who blushed. He didn't. He didn't 
have tits like a girl. He had a well developed 
masculine chest for a sixteen year old boy... but his 
nipples were small and tight and sensitive, that only 
made him look more sexual. The girls loved to finger 
his tits. 

Angel stood there in his pants. 

"Get the fucking shoes and socks and pants off too. I 
want to see you bare assed naked. I want to see if you 
are a man, or a fucking faggot! 

Angel had no idea how being forced to strip bare assed 
would prove anything, but what could he do? He was not 
ashamed of his body by any means. He liked to stroll 
through the locker room bare assed it was true. He 
loved to show off his fat dick and large balls. He was 
wall built for a boy his age... for a male of any age. 
But to have to undress in front of an adult... this was 
torture. It was abuse of the most humiliating kind, he 
knew that, but he was helpless to defend himself. 

The trousers pooled around his ankles, to reveal 
Angel's blue and white jockey briefs. The coach was 
impressed at the way the boys prick bulge stretched the 
front of the underpants. He had seen the boy naked of 
course. He had watched him in the shower through his 
one way window/mirror. The coach had masturbated 
watching the teen jock washing his large dick and fat 
fucksack. 

But this was the first time he would be able to see it 
close up. This was the first time he would actually be 
able to play with it. HURT IT! 

To be continued...

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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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