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Archive name: joey07.txt (M/m-teen, nc, huml, v)
Authors name: dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
Story title : Joey and the Coach - 7

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Joey and the Coach - 7 (M/m-teen, nc, huml, v)
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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Joey's next visit to the coach gets violent. 

***

Joey Gonzales was bent over the coach's desk with his 
legs spread wide. But not wide enough to suit the 
coach. "WHACK!" The coach's hand came down hard on 
Joey's sixteen year old naked ass. The boy's entire 
body seemed to tremble from the blow. "Spread those 
whore legs wider apart; how the fuck else am I gonna 
get at your nuts, you fucked up slut?" 

Joey was sobbing uncontrollably. "I can't take any more 
coach...please Sir...I can't stand it..." he choked on 
his own tears. 

 "Ha! Can't take any more, we're just getting started, 
Sissyboy! Think you are a big tough jock, but actually 
you are just a fucked up pussyboy. Sixteen year old 
fucked up pussyboy. Right?" WHACK! the hand came down 
on the smooth young ass globe again. 

"AHHhhhhhhh yes Sir. I am a pussy boy." Joey yelled. 

"That's a good girl. Now spread your legs wide...so I 
can really beat that ball bag. Now this is probably 
going to be the worst pain you ever felt in your young 
life, but I can promise you there will be worse in the 
future. Grab the edge of the desk for support. Okay, 
ready. Now I'm going to whip your scrotum with this 
ruler." 

The Coach put one strong hand on the small of Joey's 
back, enjoying the soft feel of the smooth young skin. 
He pulled his other arm back and the brought it 
forward, letting the ruler snap up and smack right into 
Joey's big hanging nuts. it was the most hysterical 
thing. 

For a moment it looked like Joey would fly right over 
the desk. His strong young body actually flew up into 
the air, his big wide naked feet left the carpet and he 
rose up, his whole body, ass highest of all. And the 
sound that left his mouth, like a dying seal, braying 
out across the frozen tundra, "Braaawwww!" 

The Coach had to have a good laugh at that. Then the 
boy collapsed on the desk and kind of writhed, as the 
waves of pain went from his ball sack up through his 
body. He started to gag. The coach picked up the 
wastepaper basket. "Here, if you need to puke, puke in 
here." But after about a minute, Joey settled down 
without puking. His body was covered with a sheen of 
sweat. He trembled but not from cold. Spit ran from his 
mouth and stuck to the desktop. 

"Yeah, nothing like getting hit in the nuts, is there? 
No feeling in the world quite like it. Are you ready 
for the next one?" 

Joey tried to scream but his voice was hoarse and 
thick. Not much sound came out. "Pughlease, puhlease... 
I...eh... I can't!" 

"Aw, sure you can. I've seen much younger kids than you 
take much more. You'd be amazed at how strong the human 
body is. You always think you can't take more, but you 
can. Maybe you won't be able to make any babies after 
this, but who the fuck cares about that anyway? Now 
spread those strong young jock thighs wide apart, so I 
can get a good shot at your nads. We want to hit each 
nut equally so they swell up evenly. You don't want one 
huge nut and one small one, that would look strange." 

The coach spread Joey's ass cheeks a bit, thus causing 
the crying boy to spread his legs, this gave the coach 
a good view of the pink hole he was later going to 
fuck. He tapped the ruler lightly on the bottom of the 
scrotal sack. The teen bag swung. Then the coach 
slapped the ruler as hard as he could up into the fuck-
sack. 

This time the sound Joey made was more of a grunt, 
coming from deep down in the gut of the sixteen year 
old. Then he really did have to puke, he leaned over 
and vomited into the wastepaper basket, knowing that if 
he soiled the coach's desk, he would be punished even 
worse. The pain was unbearable. It throbbed through his 
entire body, like fingers stretching up from his nuts 
and pulling at his nerves. His head spun. 

"Oh yeah, we really connected well that time. That's 
the level we should aim for, Joe. " He flipped the boy 
over onto his back on the desk. "Thirsty Joe? Here, 
open your mouth."

The bleary eyed boy, with snot running from his nose 
and puke on his lips, opened his mouth as ordered. The 
coach leaned over. "Now hold still. I'm going to gob 
into your mouth!" 

Older perverts who are into heavy s and m know about 
such activities, but an innocent sixteen year old boy 
had no idea such disgusting acts even took place. He 
looked up at the coach, with his mouth open and his 
teary eyes wide with horror. 

The coach hawked up a nice clot of spit and then let it 
fall into the boy's mouth. Then he grabbed the gagging 
boys face and clamped a hand over the boy's mouth. 
"Swallow it. Swallow Coach's spit, little faggot boy! 
pretty soon you'll be eating other things of mine." 
Then the coach proceeded to spit all over the athlete's 
handsome face. 

"Now lift your strong young legs and spread them like a 
ten dollar whore. I'm going to give your baby makers 
ten fast hard swats with the ruler. Ten in a row, hard 
and fast. And you don't close your legs or let them 
down or we start all over again."

Sam Jordan stood naked in front of his gym locker. He 
had just toweled off from swimming. His fourteen year 
old body was almost perfect. But his mind was in a 
muddle. He didn't know what to do. Should he go to the 
Headmaster with the pics of the coach's abuse of Joey 
Gonzales? Should he talk to Joey? Should he confront 
the coach himself? Sam was by no means a hero. But he 
knew he had to do something. The coach was a monster 
who preyed on young innocent boys. 

"Hey, Fuckhole, how they hanging?" Brian Sheridan asked 
as he came out of the shower room dick swinging. Brian 
was a senior, but he talked to the freshmen and treated 
them as equals, not like most of the older boys. Brian 
was also very handsome, and his dick was legendary 
among the town girls. Brian was the captain of the swim 
team. He walked up to Joey and picked up the boys wet, 
used towel and began to dry himself off with it. 

"I hope your ball stink isn't on this towel..." he 
laughed, kicking out with one large naked foot and 
catching Sam on the ass-globe. 

"Naw..." Sam said shyly. He was always shy around the 
older boy. He didn't know why. 

"So you gonna go out for the swim team? We could use 
you." Brian asked. Sam was so flattered he turned 
bright red. Swimming season started as soon as Football 
season ended which was soon. 

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it." Sam reached into 
his locker for his boxer shorts, but as he lifted a leg 
to put them on, Brian snapped the shorts out of his 
hands. 

"We got a couple of rules for guys wanting to join the 
team. First ...no virgins. You gotta fuck some cunt!" 

"No problem," Sam's nuts tightened and his dick swelled 
a bit. 

"Not quite that easy. You gotta fuck a cunt, and let us 
watch." 

"Jesus, that's sick." 

"Naw, it's fun. We'll find the cunt for you. The other 
rule is you gotta go through a team hazing. You gotta 
show you got what it takes." Now Brian was standing 
right next to Sam and one of Brian's hands was on Sam's 
slender back. The hand slid down and started to squeeze 
one of Sam's smooth hairless ass cheeks. Sam didn't 
know what to do. 

"I really want you on the team Jordan and if you try 
out, I'll handle your hazing myself." 

Sam stood there eyes closed as Brian Sheridan felt his 
young ass. The older boy squeezed and massaged the 
asscheeks. 

"Yeah, I want you on the team bad," Brian whispered. 
And Sam was amazed to see the older boys big dick fill 
with blood until it stood up in a huge erection. It was 
a big fucker too, the biggest Sam had ever seen. Brian 
looked down at his boner and laughed. "Whoops, looks 
like it's time to go fuck some townie girl pussy." He 
slapped Sam on the ass and walked away whistling. Sam 
just stood there...his own dick slapping his stomach. 
Holy Shit! 

Back in his office, Coach Black was seated on his desk, 
watching Joey Gonzales crawl on hands and knees around 
the room. "Ass up higher... crawl faster..." The poor 
boy was almost out of his mind with pain. 

"My nuts coach, they hurt so bad." 

"You'll get used to it. Look at those babies, they're 
swollen the size of California Oranges."

"Coach, I need to see a doctor or something. I am 
really suffering..." It was true, his balls were 
horribly swollen from the beating. He crawled with his 
legs wide apart, kind of a rocking motion from side to 
side.

"Don't be such a sissy. They'll hurt more today at 
football practice." 

Joey stopped crawling. He looked up red eyed at the 
coach. "I can't practice today coach, look at my 
balls... and my ass hurts... please give me the day 
off... please!" 

The coach shook his head. "You will practice as usual, 
and... and Joey Gonzales, you'll not wear a protective 
cup today, or even a jock strap. Just free hangers 
under your uniform. That should give you something to 
sing about when those boys slam into you."

"I will fucking get a hernia, they'll rupture the fuck 
out me," Joey's voice was no more than a strained 
hoarse whisper.

"Don't worry. We have an excellent medical staff here 
at the school. Dr. Finkle is an expert with boys' 
scrotums."

Dr. Finkle was almost as much of a pervert as Coach 
Black. The boys kidded that they'd rather die than get 
felt up by Dr. Finkle. He insisted that the boys have 
complete physicals every other week and he meant 
complete including urine and stool samples performed 
right in front of the leering doctor. And a sperm 
sample as well. The boys were forced to masturbate for 
the doctor. It was so fucking humiliating. 

"Now come back up here across the desk Joey Boy, I want 
to fuck your beautiful little pussy." 

Joey couldn't even get up, he was so beaten. He crawled 
to the desk, his big swollen balls swinging against his 
thighs. Pain shot through his young body. He pulled 
himself up across the desk as he heard the Coach unzip 
his trousers. 

That was when Joey Gonzales decided he had to kill the 
coach. It was the only way out! 

Continued in part 8...

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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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