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Angel's Fall - 3
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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Angel is totally degraded by the coach. Mm, exh, nc, 
huml, tor, v)

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CHAPTER 3


The coach had kicked into high gear; he was really 
getting off on abusing and humiliating the teenage 
Latino high school jock. Angel sobbed and felt totally 
vulnerable and confused. No one had ever spoken to him 
like this and no one had ever touched his naked body in 
this way. 

"I told you to get a hard-on for me, now DO IT!" The 
coach hauled off and slapped Angel hard across his 
pretty pouty mouthed face. The red mark of the hand 
lingered on the boy's smooth brown cheek. His head rung 
from the blow. He whimpered like a little twat and put 
one hand down to his dick. 

He had always been proud of his teenage fuck meat, and 
the girls seemed to really like it, but now the coach 
had made him think it was nothing but a useless clit. 
Angel began to finger his dick, but the jock fuckmeat 
didn't want to erect, he was just too fucking scared. 
He pulled and yanked at his prick, but it only seemed 
to shrink more. He could not believe how degrading the 
experience was. The coach stood there and watched him. 

"Is that what you want, Cuntface? For me to tell 
everyone in the school that you can't even throw a 
boner? Of course the boys already know that don't they. 
You are nothing but the school faggot, the cocksucker 
of the sports team boys, the ass pussy of the jocks. 
That's right isn't it, Twat lips?" Strong hands reached 
out and the coach's fingers yanked Angel's pouty 
nipples. He pulled and twisted the boy's tits, as Angel 
jerked on his useless dick. 

"I'm not a faggot. I swear to God, Coach. Jesus and 
Mary, you have to believe me. I have never done 
anything queer. Please sir, give me a chance!" 

"If you are not a cocksucking asspussy, why the fuck 
can't you get your dick hard?" The coach gave the boy 
tits one last pinch, eliciting a squeal from the 
tortured, sobbing boy, then let go. He slapped the 
kid's hands away from his shrunken dick with the ruler 
and lifted the teen prick once more. 

"Look at that. You call that a dick? Shit, the girls 
would laugh at you. A twelve year old girl would laugh 
at you. A nine year old cunt would laugh at you." 

Angel's whole body shook now, his eyes unfocused. He 
put his hand to his dick and pulled it as hard as he 
could, trying to jump start his cock into action. In 
frustration he slapped at his own fat teen balls. Tears 
ran down his cheeks. "I'm not a faggot, I'm just scared 
that's all. It won't get hard, cause I am scared." 
Angel almost screamed his protests now, his young voice 
growing hoarse with the strain. 

 "Any real teenage boy can get a hard on in ten seconds 
flat, any time night or day. Shit most of the boys in 
the school are walking around with boners in their 
pants half the day. And here you can't even wood up, 
what a disgusting, pathetic, homo freak, CUNT, you are. 
I'm going instruct the boys to call you Cunt from now 
on. You like that, Cunt?" 

How much humiliation and abuse can a sixteen year old 
boy stand? Where is his breaking point? Boys of that 
age are very fragile, even though they pretend they are 
all man. They are very insecure about their budding 
sexuality, and it can be easily damaged. The coach once 
more slapped the boy's hands away and lifted the 
flaccid sixteen year old cock and balls on the ruler. 

"Shit! I've seen pimples bigger than that." He threw 
the ruler away and grabbed the sobbing teen by his cock 
and nuts. He squeezed hard. 

Angel had never had any male except the doctor hold his 
fuckbag before. I felt so fucking weird. The coach 
squeezed harder, and Angel almost fell to his knees in 
pain. His eyes rolled up in his pretty Latino face and 
he let out with a howl of pain. 

"Let me just pop this pimple for you, Fagface. Can't 
have a pimple to destroy your pretty body, can we?" His 
fingers worked the tortured nutsack. Angel's mouth 
opened wide in agony but no sound could even come out. 
"What's this? Not a pimple at all? Well if it's not a 
pimple, and you can't get it hard like a dick, then it 
must be a clit. That's it. You're not a boy at all. You 
are a fucking cunt. Isn't that right Cunt?" 

 The air whistled through the boy's teeth as he 
grimaced in pain. "PuhLeeze... I'm...not!" 

The coach screamed in Angel's ear. "Isn't that right, 
Cunt!" 

"Yuhesssss sir." The whole room spun and Angel felt he 
was about to pass out. 

"TELL ME... TELL ME YOU ARE A WORTHLESS COCKSUCKING 
CUNT." The coach's other hand went to the boy's chest 
and started to twist a nipple again. Angels tongue 
lolled out from his mouth and tried to form itself 
around words that wouldn't come. 

"TELL ME, PUSSYMOUTH... TELL ME!" The coach screamed. 

"I am a cunt... sir." The boy hissed, his knees giving 
out. The coach held him up by his tit and balls. 

"Louder, tell me louder that you are a worthless 
cocksucking cunt." 

"I am a worthless cocksucking cunt." There he had said 
it...it was out. He could never take it back. His 
manhood was in jeopardy. 

"LOUDER, ASS-BREATH." 

"I AM A WORTHLESS COCKSUCKING CUNT! A WORTHLESS 
COCKSUCKING CUNT! A WORTHLESS... CU-CUNT." Angel 
croaked out the nasty words. Finally the coach seemed 
satisfied and he let the boy go. Angel sank to the 
floor. 

"Stand up cocksucker." Angel slowly crawled to his 
large naked feet again. His legs were so weak he had 
trouble standing. 

"Well, since you are a failure as a boy...lets see how 
you do as a cunt. Turn around and show me your pussy." 
You just don't talk to a high school jock that way, 
unless of course you are the coach. Angel was spun 
around and the coach grabbed his ass cheeks. He 
squeezed and kneaded the strong smooth young ass 
globes. "Is this were you take it, pussyboy? Is this 
where you take all those high school boy pricks?" 

Spit ran from Angel's pretty mouth. "Sir, I don't... 
I..." 

His answer was muddled because at that moment the coach 
spread his fine young ass globes to reveal his tiny 
wrinkled brown puckered asshole. As pretty a teenage 
boy asshole as you could want. All perfect and tight 
and virginal. The coach almost came in his pants. He 
was going to get to fuck that sixteen year old boy 
asshole. He was going to turn that healthy jock boy 
into a stretched out cunthole. How great could a job 
get? 

The coach shoved one thick finger roughly into Angel's 
asshole. The boy bounced and tried to squirm away, but 
the coach had him by the neck. 

"Tell me, is this where all the teenage dick goes... up 
your pretty slut pussy? Is this where all the jock boys 
fuck you to dump their dick snot?"

Angel was like a fucking rag doll, impaled on the 
coach's fucking finger. Beautiful naked Angel boy was 
getting molested big time. A ruthless adult male had 
his finger up the boy's tender virginal asshole turning 
it into a twat. Then the coach pulled the finger out 
and spun the boy around again. 

"You want any and every dick you can get, right?" 

"Oh God... I don't know... I..." 

"You want every dick you can get right?" 

"I..." The coach slapped the boy again. The room 
wouldn't stop spinning. 

"Whatever you say sir... please don't hit me." Angel 
whimpered. 

"Say it. Say you want every dick you can get." 

"I want it, I want every... oh God... every dick I can 
get." Angel got the words out. He would do anything to 
get out of that office. Anything to escape. 

"Louder, say it louder. Yell at as loudly as you can." 

"I WANT EVERY DICK I CAN GET!" Angel screamed until his 
voice cracked. 

"Again." 

"I WANT EVERY DICK I CAN GET." 

The coach smiled. "Then you must want my dick? Isn't 
that right, Faggot? If you want every dick you can get, 
then you must want the coach's dick too, since he has 
such a nice big fat dick." 

"What are you d-doing to me coach? Why...." Angel shook 
the sweat and tears out of his eyes. There must be some 
mistake, something wrong. What could he do to stop this 
torture. 

"Faggots can smell dick from across the room. I'll bet 
you can smell my dick, can't you? Tell me, Angel, 
Fucktwat, can you smell my big fat prick?" 

"Oh coach, please... Please... I can't... I can't stand 
this, I..." the boy was almost incoherent. 

"TELL ME CAN YOU SMELL MY DICK FROM WHERE YOU STAND?" 

"NO SIR, NO SIR, I CANNOT SMELL YOUR DICK... JESUS, 
PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE." 

'CAN YOU SMELL MY BIG THICK CUNT BUSTING PRICK FROM 
WHERE YOU STAND?" 

"NO SIR, I CANNOT." Angels chest heaved, his tits 
heaved. 

"Well then get a little closer... so you can smell it." 
The coach grabbed Angel by the back of the neck and 
dragged him down close to the hard leaking prick in his 
trousers. "Can you smell it through my pants, now, you 
Sick Fuck you?" 

The coach was in seventh heaven, nothing in the world 
to compare with totally destroying a sixteen year old 
boy. 

To be continued...

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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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