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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Joey and the Coach - 14 (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc) by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com) *** Joey's Demonstration. *** Joey stepped into the small gym and blinked a the bright lights. They were video taping for some reason. He heard men talking, and when his eyes adjusted he saw about twenty to twenty five men seated in the bleachers. The guys were of all ages and types from youngish in shape men, to old fat balding slugs. They were all intensely interested in one thing, sixteen- year-old Joey Gonzales. For some reason, Joey who usually loved to parade around in his football gear and show off, felt a knot of dread in the pit of his stomach. Maybe it was just residue pain from getting fucked so much. Maybe his mind was just all fucked up from the coach's abuse, but he felt like he was walking into a pit of vipers. "Ah gentlemen, here is young Joey Gonzales, star of our football team to model the new uniform for you." The coach said, and some of the guys laughed outright. "Shit, when I went to school here, we didn't allow Spics in." One of the older guys said, squinting at the cute Latino jock. "Times have changed Frank." The coach said, pushing Joey closer to the bleachers and the lights and the cameras. Many of the Trustees took out small digital cameras and snapped pics. For a moment Joey relaxed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. "I say who cares what nationality the boys are...as long as they have cute fuckable asses." Joey's hopes were crushed by the laughter of all the men at that remark. "Turn around boy, show us your ass." A middle-aged guy said, camera clicking. "Sixteen you say, coach?" "Yup. And virgin ass until just this week. Never sucked a dick before this week either. Joey open your mouth for the gentlemen." "Jesus, what did the little faggot do for fun?" Another round of laughter. "He claims he fucked girls." The coach said. Joey wanted to protest that he wasn't a faggot, and that he had indeed fucked girls. The coach knew it. That's what had gotten him into trouble in the first place. He wasn't a queer. He was all man. But nobody would have listened. "Come on Faggot Face, model that uniform for us...do some poses like you are playing in a game." "Shit, he never fucked cunt. He's got faggot written all over him. You can always tell a cocksucker by the way they move. He's got that fucking feminine quality to him." These guys were drunk too, that made things more dangerous for poor young Joey. "Now Joey, remove the jersey and show the nice gentlemen how you look in just the shoulder pads." Joey wanted to cry, but he knew he had to smile and act polite, the coach had warned him. Why did they want him to take off the Jersey, how did that help to model the uniform? He pulled off the green jersey and stood there naked from the waist up except for the shoulder pads. "These are our new shoulder pads, designed to protect a boy while he plays the game," the coach said. "Jesus, look at the tits on the pussy." Laughter all around. "Step closer Cunt, let's see those titties." Joey was crying now, he couldn't help it, but he tired to hide it. He still tried to smile so the coach wouldn't be angry. He walked closer to the group of leering men. Some of the perverts were openly playing with their dick lumps. This was insane. "You been working on this twat's nipples haven't you coach?" One of the younger guys asked. The coach smiled. "Just getting them ready for you gentlemen. Play with your nipples a little Joey. Pull and twist them. Show the Trustees how nice your titties get." "Please don't do this to me..." Joey whispered. "You'll be punished for that Joey..." the Coach smiled. "Now play with your fucking nipples." The sixteen-year-old jock stood there in front of the trustees pulling on his teenage nipples and moaning. "Harder, twist them harder. You can do better than that...." some young guy in the audience yelled. "Wait until we get the car battery cables on them, that will help develop them..." an older guy said. Joey was terrified. He stood there, a look of shock on his face and twisted and tugged at his boy tits. Why in God's name would any guy want to see him do this? "Okay Joey, take off the shoulder pads." The coach said. Was that good or bad. It meant he could stop pulling on his nipples, but at the same time he had to now be totally naked from the waist up. Joey removed the shoulder pads. "Jesus, he's got soft skin, like a twelve year old twat." "And not too greasy for a spic." Joey had grown up in a wealthy influential family, so he had never experienced these kinds of racial slurs before. He knew the guys were doing it for sexual arousal and it made him sick to his stomach. "Shoes off Joey...and now do some exercises for us, show us those nice muscles. You see gentlemen the elasticity of the uniform, how it gives in all the right places...." "Oh yeah..." one cigar chomping trustee bellowed, "I cant wait to give it to Joey in all the right places." Joey chewed his lower lip. Were they going to do sexual things to him? Hadn't he been through enough? Wasn't there any God listening to his prayers? "Hey Coach, you got a dog for today's demonstration?" Joey held his breath. Oh No. This couldn't be happening. "Oh yeah, five in fact." Joey's knees gave out and he fell to the mat. A roar of laughter filled the room. The guys knew he was scared out of his mind. "Oh yeah, nothing like a pack of sexed up doggies to put a boy in his place." Joey needed to escape. He thought he might puke, or pass out. He started to crawl toward the exit...crawling on his hands and knees like a fucking animal, but the coach sauntered over and kicked him in the naked gut. Joey collapsed and the guys screamed with laughter. "Where you going Joey? The uniform demonstration isn't over yet. Now get back in the middle and take off your uniform pants. Show the trustees the new athletic supporter and cup." "Please... please coach, I'm so sorry for whatever I did. Please don't do this to me any more..." Joey said very quietly. "Joey...take off the uniform pants. Show us your nice strong jock legs. DO IT!" Joey began to undo his belt. Deep in his heart he knew now that they were going to see everything. Everything. And make him do sick, sick stuff. And what could he do about it? Continued in part 15... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 26