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Facing Reality
by dale10 (dale10gut@yahoo.com)
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One of the Coach's "special boys" has difficulty
adjusting to the restrictions of his new lifestyle.
Coach has to remind him of his priorities. (Mm, ped,
reluc, d/s, oral, anal, size, huml, voy, mc, ws)
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The teenage boy stood naked in front of his coach. The
coach was a tough love teacher. He knew what was best
for his boys. And he knew what was best for Gabriel.
Gabriel was a beautiful Latino, one of the best athletes
in the whole high school. The coach had picked him out
at "a special boy!" Special boys got special attention
and care from the Coach and the Asst. Coach. They got
dweeby underclass boys to do their homework for them.
They were allowed to skip classes. They were the pride
of the school's sports teams.
And they got private one on one training (and sometimes
two on one training) from the coach and asst. coach.
There were intense bonding sessions for the coach and a
"special boy."
They worked out naked together and then relaxed naked
after the workouts. They massaged each other to ease
tension. The coach had very special "internal" massage
techniques he applied. The boys were intimidated into
sworn silence. Then the more extreme games began. Deep
throat massages. Deep throat and anal massages delivered
by the Coach and the Asst. coach in tandem. I might add
that both the coach and the ass. coach were blessed with
huge endowments, and that often made adjusting to the
massages difficult for the boys.
The coach hung almost ten inches and the asst. coach
nearly eleven. "Special boys" were made to do nude
workouts late into the night, and many of the coach's
friends came to watch.
The boys' parents were told that if the boys wanted
scholarships to college, they had to devote their entire
lives to sports. Most parents accepted this.
The coach required "special boys" to undergo special
therapy such as "urine showers." He also provided
special "health" drinks for the boys that often tasted
revolting, smelled disgusting and had a horrible
consistency. Still, the boys had to drink down the
"health" drinks while the coach and his many friends
laughed and applauded. Many of the men who watched the
special training sessions would pat the naked lads on
the back or on the tummy and tell the boys that they had
contributed to the drink!
The boys knew the score. They were not stupid. They knew
it was sexual and perverted, but they had foolishly
fallen for the glamor of being a star jock and all the
attention it gave them.
They desperately wanted scholarships, many of them
coming from poor families. Once in, it was difficult to
get out. And once they were cocksuckers, the coach had
leverage over them as well. Suppose word did get out.
They would be branded for life. Their reputations
ruined.
Once a boy was trapped, the coach would pass him around
to all of his friends. He traded boys for weekends with
coaches from other schools with similar tastes.
Sometimes a boy's asshole would be so sore, he had
trouble playing in a big game. The coach was relentless.
He made "special" boy practice with large dildoes up
their asses. How else would their tender teen holes ever
be able to take both the coach and the asst. coach up
there at the same time? Of course the boys were not
allowed to ejaculate! They were not allowed to cum.
They were edged for months at a time... forced to
masturbate for hours each day without cumming. If a boy
came without permission, he was punished. The coach
loved to use Ben-Gay ointment spread liberally on a
boy's balls, dick and asshole as a punishment. Other
punishments for "special boys" included having to clean
the filthy jock straps of the entire team with their
mouths! "Special boys" were not allowed to date or even
speak to girls! They had to totally ignore all the girls
at school during the school day.
Once a school counselor had suggested that it might be
"abnormal" to forbid healthy teenage boys from
interacting with girls. The coach told the counselor to
mind his own fucking business.
And this was where Gabriel came in. He was one of the
coach's "special boys." He had a particularly sweet
tight ass. Both the coach and asst. coach shot their
dick loads up Gabriel's sweet ass four or five times a
week. On weekends, the coach's male friends fucked
Gabriel liberally. He usually took twenty to thirty
dicks up his asscunt each weekend. He sucked so much
dick that he often burped up cum! But that wasn't
Gabriel's problem.
His problem was that he developed a crush on a sweet
freshman girl named Cindy. His heart flipped over every
time he saw her in the school hall. He was in the bloom
of young love! The coach could not have this. So,
Gabriel now stood naked before the coach.
"You fucking asswipe. You actually kissed the stupid
cunt! Do you want to be kicked off the team and lose any
chance of a scholarship? I busted my ass getting you a
chance at a really great school, and you FUCK IT UP?
What kind of a useless dickwad are you anyway?" The
coach slapped the boy hard. Gabriel's head spun from the
blow. He started to cry.
"I really like her coach. I can't help it. I feel
something special for her!" He thought perhaps the
coach might understand. Stupid boy!
"YOU ARE ONE OF THE COACH'S SPECIAL BOYS. YOU FEEL
SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR MY FUCKING DICK UP YOUR BOYCUNT!
YOU SUCK DICK IN A SPECIAL WAY. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT
FUCKING TWAT TO KNOW THAT? DO YOU THINK SHE WOULD DATE
YOU IF SHE KNEW YOU WERE A DIRTY LITTLE COCKSUCKER?"
Gabriel started to tremble. He didn't have to answer.
The coach knew the answer. "And Gabriel, " the coach
went on. "You know I am only doing this for your own
good. Gabriel, my boy, you can never date a girl!
"Look at the fucking size of your dick! YOUR FUCKING
DICK IS NO LARGER THAN A PEANUT! THINK OF MY HUGE HORSE
COCK, AND THINK OF THE FUCKING MEAT ON ASST. COACH
GREYSON. NOW LOOK IN THE MIRROR AT YOUR DICK! YOU CAN
SEE HOW HOPELESSLY PATHETIC IT IS. YOU HAVE THE SMALLEST
DICK OF ANY BOY ON THE TEAM! YOU HAVE AN ABNORMALLY
SMALL DICK. NO GIRL WOULD EVER WANT TO DATE YOU. YOU
COULD NEVER FUCK A GIRL. CHRIST, SHE WOULD NEVER EVEN
FEEL YOUR MEAT!
SHE'D HAVE TO ASK YOU, 'IS IT IN YET?' DO YOU WANT THAT
TO HAPPEN?"
Gabriel was sobbing now. He knew his dick was small. The
coach encouraged all the other boys on the team to make
fun of him. His nickname was Peanut Dick!
'MAYBE WE SHOULD SEND CINDY A PHOTO OF YOUR DICK! THAT
WOULD KEEP HER AWAY FROM YOU!"
"Oh God, please no, please Coach!" The boy was
terrified. He was so fucking cute when he was
frightened.
"Should we send her a picture of your dick soft or hard?
Soft it's about half an inch...hard it's about two
inches. Which would you prefer?" Gabriel fell to his
knees sobbing. Tears dripped from his sweet, handsome
face onto his muscular chest.
"God, please don't do that. I won't talk to her no more!
I promise!"
"JESUS, GABRIEL, LOOK AT THAT PATHETIC LITTLE DICK OF
YOURS. I HAVE SEEN GIRLS WITH CLITS BIGGER THAN YOUR
DICK! WE HAVE TROUBLE EVEN JERKING IT. WE HAVE TO USE A
TWEEZERS ON IT! NEVER EVER EVEN CONSIDER FUCKING A GIRL!
IMAGINE IF WORD GOT AROUND AMONG THE GIRLS AT THE SCHOOL
THAT THE STAR ATHLETE HAD A PEANUT DICK!"
Gabriel was curled up on the floor shivering and
sobbing. The coach started laughing.
"You need to be punished, Gabriel. I think I'm going to
shove the handle of a tennis racquet up your ass! Would
that be okay with you?"
"YES...COACH. YES! ANYTHING. JUST PLEASE DON'T SHOW HER
A PHOTO! I'LL BE GOOD. I PROMISE!
END?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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