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Facing Reality

(Mm) (anal, oral, ws) (humil)

The teenage boy stood naked in front of his coach. Coach was a tough-love teacher. He knew what was best for his boys. Moreover, he knew what was best for Gabriel.

 

Gabriel was a beautiful Latino, one of the best athletes in the whole high school. Coach had picked him out as "a special boy!" Special boys got special attention and care from Coach and the Assistant 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 Coach and assistant coach. There were intense bonding sessions for Coach and a "special boy."

 

They worked out naked together and then relaxed naked after the workouts. They massaged each other to ease tension. 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 Coach and the assistant coach in tandem. I might add that both Coach and the assistant coach were blessed with huge endowments and that often made adjusting to the massages difficult for the boys.

 

Coach hung almost ten inches and the assistant coach nearly eleven. "Special boys" were made to do nude workouts late into the night, and many of 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.

 

Coach required his "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 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, Coach had leverage over them as well. Suppose the word did get out. They would be branded for life. Their reputations ruined.

 

Once a boy was trapped, 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 that he had trouble playing in a big game. Coach was relentless. He made his "special boy” practice with a large dildo up his ass. How else would his tender, teen holes ever be able to take both Coach and the assistant coach up there at the same time? Of course, the boys were not allowed to ejaculate! They were not allowed to cum under any circumstance.

 

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. 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. Coach told the counselor to mind his own fucking business.

 

And this was where Gabriel came in. He was one of Coach's "special boys." He had a particularly sweet, tight ass. Both Coach and assistant coach shot their dick loads up Gabriel's sweet ass four or five times a week. On weekends, 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! Coach could not have this. So, Gabriel now stood naked before 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?"

 

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 Coach might understand. Stupid boy!

 

"YOU ARE ONE OF COACH'S SPECIAL BOYS. YOU FEEL SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR MY FUCKING COCK UP YOUR BOYCUNT! YOU SUCK COCK 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. Coach knew the answer.

 

"And Gabriel, "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 ASSISTANT 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. 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. 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!