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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Joey and the Coach - 6 (M/m-teen, nc, huml, v) by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com) *** Joey's second visit to the Coach. *** Joey had the worst night of his life. And the next morning, feeling sore and sick to his stomach, not even looking at his roommate who felt equally guilty, Joey somehow convinced himself as abused people do, that the worst was over. He told himself that maybe the coach just wanted to teach them a lesson, and that if they behaved and didn't fuck up any more, maybe the coach would forgive him and leave him and Mike alone. As Joey left for his first class, Mike, still buried under his pillow said sullenly, "Later Joe, see you at lunch?" Joey stopped at the room door. His asshole hurt like hell, and there had been a little blood on his sheet. But he knew it wasn't Mike's fault. Mike was trapped, jut like he was. "Yeah dude. Maybe the worst is over. Maybe, he'll let us off, now that we made complete fools of ourselves." Complete fools, what he meant was complete faggots. Homos... queers. They had performed queer acts at the command of the Coach, and they would never ever forget that. Even if they got married and had kids of their own, they would always carry that horrible secret. It was during second period that Joey found out the worst was not over. A note for him was delivered to English class. Joey opened it. "Report to me after second period. You have three minutes to get to my office. Coach Black." Joey hadn't eaten much breakfast, but what little he had almost came up on him. He started to tremble and didn't even hear when the teacher called his name. "Joey, is something wrong?" "Eh, no sir. Sorry sir." Joey stammered back. "Then pay attention." In his office, Coach Black was already hard-dicked and leaking. He was watching the freshmen class swim period on in house television. He required the freshmen boys to swim bare-assed, claiming it had Ancient Greek Health Benifits. Shit, just a few years ago, many schools had the boys swim bare-assed. Of course the real reason was so that Coach Black could pick and choose which boy's he next wanted to molest and ass fuck. Those little fourteen year olds were just asking for it. Bouncing around all bare balled, nuts and dicks swinging as they horsed around waiting to be called in to swim. If the coach had his way, he'd keep the freshmen class that way all the time 24/7. Of course some surface facade of propriety had to be maintained at the school. He knew that. "Jesus Christ, Sam Jordan has a pretty little body..." The coach said, once again aware of how much he wanted to plow the kid's virgin pussy. "That boy needs to be gang fucked!" The coach pulled at his dick just as the bell for the end of period two rang. Shit, since phy-ed was a double period class, he would miss the bare assed diving today, he loved it when the kids landed wrong and bruised their young fuck-sacks. Coach decided once again that he had to convince the board of directors of the school to expand the enrollment to include seventh and eighth grade. Fuck, the fun he could have then. The coach had a twisted theory that he called, "YOU CAN'T FUCK THEM TOO YOUNG." And believe me, he put it into practice every chance he got. Joey knew he was in for a bad time when Coach Black appeared in the doorway to his inner office and sent his secretary on an errand. "Mr. Gonzales, will you please come in." Joey entered the inner office and the coach closed and locked the door. The sound of that lock turning rang in Joey's ears. "Please Coach, I learned my lesson. Can I please have a second chance?" The coach smiled." You can have a second chance... getting your ass beaten and my big dick up your cunt." Joey turned pale. "You can't do this to me, you can't..." The coach's hand snapped out and caught Joey on the cheek. The boy fell back onto the sofa. "Can't I, Fuckface? And what about the videos I have from last night, you feeding your little roommate your dick, and him plowing your faggot asshole? Should I mail those to your father, or to the newspapers?" Joey put his hands over his mouth. He felt like he wanted to puke. His ass throbbed with pain. "And I even have a witness. Young innocent Sam Jordan walked in and saw your feeding time with Mike last night. He saw your spic prick shoved down Mike's gullet! Now what did you say about I can't, I can't what Joey boy? I can't what?" The coach leaned down and began to rip at Joey's shirt, and soon the boy was bare-chested, his smooth fine body turning on the crazed coach even more. "Please... coach... not again. Please, I'll be good. I swear I'll be good." "Goddamned right you'll be good. Now take off your pants like a good little Cunt!" Joey's hands were shaking to badly he couldn't even open his belt. The coach had to do it for him, and pull of the boy's pants. Soon Joey was standing there bare assed naked, his fat dick and balls on display. The coach slapped Joey's firm young ass cheek. "How's your pussy this morning Gonzales? A little sore from your roommate's dick? Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Three times a night from him will soon open up that twat." Joey was balling like a baby. 'H-how long do I gotta do this Coach?" The coach felt the boy's ass cheeks. "Until I say you can stop. The more you get into your nightly fuckings, the sooner I'll allow you to stop. I wanna see you enjoying them, begging Mike to fuck you harder. And no more feeding him your dick. You are the pussy, he is the stud. You will suck his dick to get it hard between fucks." "Ohhhh Coach, I'm not a faggot." The coach walked the trembling boy over to his desk, one hand on the boy's ass. "I don't know, looks like you are to me. Now, I thought today after I beat your ass with my belt, I would also whip your ballbag. Scrotum lashings were common in prisoner of war camps during the war you know. Don't ask me which war, any war... all wars. If you wanna break a prisoner, one of the easiest ways is to beat his egg sacks. "I've moved the waste basket over near the desk cause you will probably puke when I beat your balls. They will swell up too... to the size of oranges. I've done it before, so I know what I'm doing. Its hysterical to see a boy of twelve or thirteen with nuts the size of oranges, believe me. But it can be done. "Today, I shall have to settle for sixteen year old Joey Gonzales nuts. And then I am going to fuck your ass of course. After Mike's fuckings, it should take my dick without a problem this morning. Oh it'll be sore and rough and hurt like hell, but the pussy hole itself will be more accommodating. Gotta get that pussy in shape, don't we Joey?" Joey just leaned over the desk sobbing. "I SAID, DON'T WE JOEY?" Coach black slapped Joey's young smooth ass hard, the sound rang through the room. "Yes...sir," Joey burbled. "Yes sir what, Dickhead? Yes sir what?" The coach continued to slap the boy's ass. "Yes sir... we gotta... get that... that... pussy in shape." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Whose pussy Joey? Whose pussy do we need to get in shape?" Joey screamed, he was losing it. "MY PUSSY SIR!! MY PUSSY!! WE NEED TO GET MY PUSSY IN SHAPE!!" Imagine a sixteen year old jock making such an admission. "Good boy Joey. Good boy." The coach shoved a finger roughly into Joey's sore asshole Joey rose up onto his toes. "From now on this is your pussy, and you will refer to it as your pussy at all times. Now where is my finger Joey?" "In my pussy sir!" "That's right. You may also refer to it as your cunt if you prefer. If I ask you what it is in the locker room in front of the entire football team, you will say it is your pussy or your cunt, do you understand that?" "Y-yes sir... my pussy or my cunt," Joey's voice shook with fear and humiliation. "Louder boy! What is it?" "IT'S MY PUSSY OR MY CUNT SIR. M-MY PUSSY... MY CUNT... MY, MY..." Joey was sobbing uncontrollably. "That a girl, good girl. Now on the desk in front of you, you will see the whisky bottle from yesterday. The offending bottle, to remind you of your sins. I have half filled the bottle once again for you, but not with whiskey. This time it is just straight piss. have a nice drink Joey." The coach twisted his finger up the sixteen year old's boy ass to get him to respond. Joey picked up the bottle in his shaking hand and brought it to his lips. The smell of stale piss was overwhelming. "I'm going to puke sir," he said, spit dripping from his chin as his young mouth hung slack. "If you puke, you will lick it up. Now drink the nice piss Joey like a good little cunt." Joey drank the piss, he choked and gagged, but he didn't puke. When his breakfast came back up into his mouth, he swallowed it. He didn't want to puke onto the desk and be forced to lick it up. He drank two big swallows of piss, it tasted horrible. "Come on Joey, show me how you chug when you want to impress your friends. Drink the whole bottle of piss Joey boy." To emphasize his point, the Coach worked a second finger up into the abused boys raw sore rectum. "OOOHhhh God Coach, that hurts!!" Joey screamed, clawing at the desk. "Yeah, I bet it does. Come on big boy, drink the piss, so I can start to beat your ass and balls." Joey drank the piss and now ready for his ass cheek and fuck-bag beating. Something every sixteen-year-old boy should experience at least once in his young life, if not regularly. Continued in part 7...