When Sam Jordan saw Joey Gonzales leave the athletic office, he could not believe his eyes. He could not imagine it, but his teenage dick sure could. The scrubbing boy’s prick gave a lurch in his tight white gym shorts and more pre-cum soaked through the material. Sam hoped anyone passing would think it was just soapsuds and water from his work cleaning the hallway floors.
Joey was a fucking mess. That was the only name for it—a fucking mess. His white shirt was all wrinkled and half out of his pants, his tie was askew and loosened at the neck contrary to the school’s strict dress code, and his face was covered in some kind of sticky white cream. His eyes were glazed, and his lips hung loose and slack. All the kids in the school admired Joey because he was such a show-off and cut up as well as an excellent athlete, but this Joey was, well, he was disgusting. He walked really funny too. He kept his strong young jock legs far apart and kind of waddled. Sam almost laughed.
“What the fuck happened to you, Gonzales?” he asked, still kneeling on the floor so his boner would not show.
Joey stopped, swayed a bit and then focused on the young boy.
“You keep your fucking mouth shut about this, asswipe, you hear me? You say a fucking word to anyone, and I will personally de-ball you!”
“Sure, you know me,” Sam said stupidly. Actually, Joey had not even said five words to the freshman. “Do you…eh…want some help?”
“Shut the fuck—”
Some puke bubbled up at the corners of Joey’s cute lips, and he ran for the nearest toilet. He bounced off one wall, and a picture of Dean Hutchins tilted precariously, and then Joey slammed open the door of the boy’s toilet and disappeared inside.
“What’s with him?” asked Todd Allan, also dressed in tiny white gym shorts and washing windows further down the hall.
“Oh, nothing,” Sam answered, wishing the painful erection of his dick would go down.
A few seconds later, the door to Coach’s office flew open, and Coach Black sailed down the hallway. He never ambled like the other teachers. He sailed or flew or something. He moved quickly and gracefully, always immaculately dressed. No sloppy sweat pants and stained tee shirt for Coach. Some kids said he really ran the school, and that Dean Hutchins was a pussy. Coach Black stopped just long enough to kick over Sam’s pail of soapy water.
“Clean that up, boy!” Coach said, reminding himself to have Sam Jordan into his office for a personal session real soon. The freshman kid was one hot piece of ass.
As Coach Black moved through the building, the various boys, talking or fooling around dressed in their handsome blazers and shirts and ties disappeared through the nearest doorway or into an alcove. It did not do to be around Coach, particularly when he was in a bad mood. He could always find something wrong with the way a boy was dressed or what he was doing. The boys doing chores, all dressed in skimpy white gym shorts, tried to become invisible. If Coach thought you were not doing your job, it could mean some unspeakable punishment, but Coach had other things on his mind. He turned the corner into the classroom wing and waved his hand at several teachers who tried to converse with him.
“Jeez, what’s up his ass?” asked Karl Lemke, the math teacher
“More likely, whose ass is he up,” quipped Thomas Giezer, the English Lit teacher.
Karl shook his head in disgust at Coach, whose rough control of the boys he could not stand, but Thomas, who had been invited to a few of Coach’s private parties, got a strange gleam in his eyes.
Coach turned another corner and hit the stairs two at a time. Two students sitting on the stairs studying dropped their books and their papers went flying.
“Move it, assholes!” Coach shouted.
Coach stormed down the second floor of the dorms until he came to the room occupied by Joey Gonzales and Mike Richards. He threw open the door and found just what he expected. Well, he’d had secret cameras catching the action in the boys’ room for some time now. Mike Richards was jerking off. He had not even removed his shirt and tie yet. In fact, he still had his underpants on, but his hand was stuffed into them, and he was pulling on his teen prick for all it was worth.
“You fucking faggot,” Coach yelled, and Mike jumped two feet, “can’t wait to rush back here every afternoon and beat your pathetic fuckmeat before your roommate returns from football practice. Probably think about him while you do it too.”
Coach stood there with his hands on his hips, looking at the terrified and confused boy.
“Well, don’t let me stop you. You and I are gonna have a little talk about your roommate Joey, but I don’t want to interrupt your afternoon extracurricular activity, so why don’t you just take off your underpants and beat your meat while we talk?”
It was as if the cute teenager did not know where to look. He kept his hands over the lump in his black briefs. He wanted to reach for his pants. He had a wild look in his young eyes.
“Ahhh...eh...Coach…I don’t understand…I mean…I was just...ah...”
“You don’t understand what? Orders? I just told you to remove your sissy boy underpants and frig your fuck stick while I talk to you.”
Coach pulled over a chair and sat on it, legs spread wide, leaning in to study the boy on the bed.
“Ah...no...I mean...you can’t…you can’t ask me to do something like—”
Mike never finished the sentence. Coach was out of the chair, and his large hand cracked across Mike’s soft, smooth, beardless face.
“I can’t? I can’t, you fuckwad? Well, I just happen to know that you’ve been fucking girls up here in your dorm room with your buddy, Joey. I happen to know, ‘cause I got cameras planted in all the dorm rooms. See?”
Coach reached up over the bed and pulled a tiny camera out of the overhead light. The poor boy was in shock.
“Now for fucking a girl in the dorm, means not only automatic expulsion but police action if she turns out to be underage. Now, unless you want me on the horn to your father, who I’m sure would love the negative press and publicity the incident would cause, you better get those shorts off your twerpy body and get that boner up and in your hand in ten seconds.”
Mike’s father was a senator, and the boy could not afford to bring any shame on him. He raised his muscular young legs and ripped the briefs off. Then he took his prick in his hand and started to pump. Coach sat back down in the chair. He watched the attractive dark-haired boy beat his meat for a few minutes.
“Don’t cum. Keep beating that dick stalk, but don’t you dare cum. Now listen, fucktwerp, I hear from Joey that you love to fuck pussy. I hear you try to get pussy almost every weekend. Well, Joey has been benched from the cunt department for a while, so that means no more fucking up here in your room. And if my guess is right, Joey provided most of the twat for you anyway. You got sloppy seconds, right?”
“I haven’t…I didn’t do it all that much…I mean...”
The boy lay there on the bed in his white shirt, bare-assed from the waist down frigging his teen fuckmeat.
“Yeah, not many good looking school age cunts would want to date a twerp like you, but Joey’s a big star, so the girls would put out for him, and then he’d pass them on to you, right? RIGHT?”
“I guess so, sir.”
The boy had a nice big dick on him; Coach noticed that.
“You guess so? Don’t you even know if you have been fucking? What? Is your pathetic prick so small you that can’t feel anything when it’s in a cunt? Or maybe you prefer your roommate’s ass? Is that it? Do you watch Joey walking around here bare-assed and wish you could stick your dick up his shithole? Is that what you are into, little Mister Faggot Mikey Richards?”
The boy stopped jerking.
“That’s disgusting. I’m not a queer, and neither is Joey.”
“Did I tell you to stop jerking?”
Coach stared down the boy, whose hand went timidly back to his prick so he could yank and pull on it.
“Why do you wanna see me do this?” the kid asked, tears forming in his eyes.
“To see if you got what it takes. You see, Joeyboy is going to need some special help in the next few weeks. He’s going to need to be fucked in the ass, and I want to see if you’ve got enough equipment.”
“What are you talking about Coach? Is this some sort of joke?”
“A joke? Is it a joke to get drunk on school property during school time? Is a joke to fuck the brains out of an underage little slut in your dorm room? Do you want your ass on the next plane outta here?”
“No, sir, I didn’t mean nothing wrong.”
“You didn’t mean anything wrong, shitbrain. Jesus, gotta teach you fucking kids everything. Since you and Joey won’t be getting any pussy for the next few months, here’s a substitute plan. You will be fucking Joey in the ass three times every night.”
“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, SIR?”
The boy was almost hysterical, and Coach laughed at the boy’s histrionics.
“I’m saying that Joey is going to be your new girlfriend. And you’re a lucky boy because you get to fuck her three times a night! Don’t worry, he’ll let you into that no longer virgin pussy. He knows your future and his are on the line. As long as you play my little punishment game until I grow bored, you boys can stay in school here. If you don’t please me, I make a telephone call to your fathers and let them wipe up the floor with you. From now on before you go to sleep at night—and you will sleep bare-assed in the same bed together—you will fuck his ass three times. And my cameras will catch the action, but we’ve got more to talk about. Why don’t you slip off that shirt and tie and let me get a look at you, my dick is getting hard.”
Sam Jordan knew it was a perilous thing to do, but as soon as the hallway was empty, he made a mad dash on his big healthy bare feet into the athletic office. He had seen the secretary leave, so he knew it was empty. It was insane. He could get expelled or worse yet, fall into the hands of the dreaded Coach Black, but sweet, innocent, young Sam Jordan could not help himself. His teenage dick was controlling him. That’s how it is with boys that age. They are foolhardy when it comes to matters of cock. Sam’s prick would not stop leaking in his tiny white gym shorts. The leakage was so bad now it was running down his smooth hairless thigh. He just had to find out what had happened to Joey Gonzales. At first, he saw nothing in the inner office to help him solve the mystery, but then he saw smears of some kind on Coach’s desk. He leaned down and smelled them. It was spooge!
Somebody had cum in the office. Sam also saw fuck slop soakings on the rug. Jesus, Coach and Joey Gonzales were getting off together! Were they faggots? Surely Coach was not a faggot. He was too manly. And Joey was such a hard hunk, how could he be a queer? Sam was confused, but his left hand pulled and tugged at the straining leaky dick in his shorts. This was so fucking exciting. Then Sam saw the empty whiskey bottle on the desk. He picked it up and noticed that it smelled funny. He sniffed the inside of the bottle and noticed that it stank of piss. Why would there be piss in a whiskey bottle? The neck of the bottle smelled of spit and a little like a sweaty asshole. Not that Sam had ever smelled another boy’s sweaty asshole, but he had run his fingers up and down his own tight young ass crack and then smelled them. What boy, if he were honest, could say he had not done that?
Then Sam saw the digital camera. He grabbed it and raced around the desk to Coach’s computer, which was still on. He quickly attached the camera and brought up the pictures. Holy shit! It was Joey Gonzales getting his ass fucked first by a bottle, and then by Coach’s prick. Sam groaned. His boy hose could not hold back any longer. He tore his shorts down just as the first spurt of teen fuck splattered the keyboard and screen of the computer.
“Awww...motherfuck!” Sam screamed as his boy gunk sprayed the computer and drops of teen fuck clung to the fucking images on the screen. “Holy fucking shit!”
The boy’s dick just kept pumping and spurting; it was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. When he regained his senses, he quickly emailed the photos to his own mailbox, and then deleted his work and put the camera back where he found it. With his prick-leak-soaked shorts, he cleaned up his fuck mess the best he could. Then, playing with his once again hard dick, he made for the door of the office. It was then that he spotted Coach’s coffee cup sitting on the counter. God knows what prompted him. What sly teenage perversion, but Sam hurried over to the coffee cup, yanked down his shorts, and rubbed the piss hole of his fat adolescent prick all around the rim. Now Coach would be tasting his young dick when he drank his coffee. Next, Sam squeezed his helmet-shaped dickhead until cock leak dripped down into the cup. He rolled and squeezed his soggy shorts over the cup as well and cum trickling spooge drip down into the cup. Then Sam slipped the shorts back on. They were so wet with fuck slop they were almost transparent. The teen’s breath was short, and his firm round nipples rose and fell with each breath. He carefully opened the outer door and slipped back into the hallway where he sank to his knees, dick throbbing and leaking again, and splashed himself with soapy water from his spilled bucket.
Meanwhile in Joey’s room, Coach Black continued his examination of Joey’s roommate. Mike was a more delicate boy than Joey with a sensitive face and dark hair. He lay on his bed jerking his dick while Coach Black watched.
“No wonder you freaks fuck teeny-boppers; no grown girl would even feel that pathetic dick.”
‘Please, god, make Coach go away,’ Mike prayed silently as he pumped his prick for the domineering man
“All right, asshole, get down here on the floor closer to me. I wanna see if your prick is large enough to fuck Joey.”
With his teenage dick bouncing, Mike scrambled off the bed and knelt on the floor, leaning back, so his prick stuck up in the air in front of him. He still wore his shirt and tie.
“Please, Coach, don’t make me fuck Joey. Make somebody else do it. Please, Coach…”
“Shut the fuck up. I hate a kid who whines and complains. You will fuck Joey Gonzales three times a night in the ass. The cameras will record it. And the first time you mess up, you are out of here and probably in a detention home! Lean back let me see that prick!”
Mike leaned back as far as he could. His teen dick stood up like a tower.
“Coach, you know how tough Joey is...how mean—”
“Aw, he’s not so tough. You shoulda seen him an hour ago with my dick in his mouth!”
“Joey sucked your dick?”
“That’s just the beginning of what Joey’s going to do. And you’re going to be his personal ass fucker!”
Mike was in tears. Coach laughed at the humiliated boy.
“Jerk some more. Let’s see how big we can get it. And stick a finger in your ass while you do it. That always turns you faggots on!”
“Coach, I’m not a faggot. Honest. You said yourself I fuck girls, and I—”
“Shut the fuck up, cockbreath, and get a finger up your asshole now!”
The poor teenager was totally disoriented. He reached back and forced the tip of one finger into his tight anal ring.
“I didn’t say tickle the pussy hole. I said get a finger up there, way up there!”
Mike grunted and forced the finger deeper up his asshole.
“Keep beating your meat. Now, fuck the finger in and out of your ass like it was a dick.”
Coach started to maul his own tightly confined cock and balls within his suit trousers. This pussy boy was hot, almost as hot as Joey.
“All right, cunt, now force a second finger up your slit. Let’s stretch that teen pussy a bit.”
“Oh…please…Coach...okay...okay...I’ll fuck Joey...I’ll do whatever you say...don’t make me do this to myself. I’m not queer.”
“Get another finger up your twat now!”
Mike sobbed and forced a second finger up into his tight teen boy asshole. His dick throbbed and bounced over heavy boy balls. He had never ever felt anything like this in his whole life. His entire body felt like it was receiving electric shocks.
“Get them way up there, get them deep. Keep fringing your prick.”
Coach leaned in to get a better look at how big the boy’s dick had grown.
“Oh yeah, Mikey, you’re a faggot all right. A straight dude, when you play with his asshole, his cock gets small, but a faggot’s dick gets all hard and throbbing like a clit. You’re a faggot, Mike, but don’t worry, if you follow orders and do what you are told, nobody has to know. Your father never needs to know his son is a pansy.”
Mike grunted as he buried two fingers up his boy ass while holding his hard leaking dick in his hand.
“Work those fingers up that pussy. Spread those cunt lips. Get those fingers going in there, twatface.”
The boy was going wild trying to comply with the obscene request.
“Watch your language, boy! Now rip off your shirt and tie, and climb back up on the bed. I wanna see how big that dick is.”
Breathing so hard that he almost passed out, Mike tore off his school dress shirt and tie and scrambled back up onto the bed. His big dick was spraying pre-fuck as it swung and bounced. His asshole hurt like hell. He lay on the bed on his back with his prick sticking up like the fucking Eiffel Tower. Coach stood up and looked down at the naked, humiliated boy—so vulnerable, so soft and smooth, so ripe.
“Not very impressive, but I guess it’ll have to do. You start fucking Joey tonight! Three times a night. Bare-assed and no covers. You make sure the cameras see it. We have lots of work to do on Joey the football star.”
Mike was so humiliated, so degraded that he grabbed a stuffed animal from his bed that some twat had given him and covered his dick and balls with it.
“I can’t do this, Coach. I can’t do this. I just can’t.”
Coach lifted one leg and brought his shoe down on the boy’s face. The bottom of the shoe pressed into the boy's nose and cheek crushing into the boy’s face.
“You will do this or I’m on the phone to your father tonight. I can see the headlines now. I don’t want any more back talk. Do you understand that, prickhead? Or maybe you’d rather I had Joey fuck your ass three times a night.”
Mike couldn’t even talk with the foot on his face. Coach spun around and headed for the door.
“I wanna see a nice show on my cameras tonight. Make sure I see your dick going in and out of that Latino ass. And if you don’t fuck him hard enough, you will be sorry; I can assure you of that.”
Then Coach was gone! Just like that.
Twenty minutes later when Joey entered his room, he found Mike lying on the bed wearing just the bottoms of his blue pajamas with his dick as hard as a rock.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You turn queer?” Joey sneered, walking over to his closet and slipping off his coat.
“Joey, Coach was here.”
Joey froze. He stood with his back to his best friend.
“What did he tell you?”
The teenager on the bed gulped.
“He told me…he told me everything. He knows what we did. He threatened to tell our fathers. Oh, Joey…he wants me…he wants—”
“He wants what?” Joey turned, glaring at his buddy on the bed.
“It’s not my idea believe me, but he wants…he wants…wants me to…to…oh, god, Joey, he wants me to fuck you.”
The cameras hummed and buzzed. In his office, Coach Black sat at his desk with his trousers down around his ankles, beating his fuck meat so hard the pre-cum sprayed the desktop. This was reality TV at its best. He was having a hell of a time watching Joey and Mike in their room.
“Fuck you, Richard’s. I’m not going to let you or anyone else fuck my ass!” Joey screamed across the dorm room.
Mike lay on the bed in his blue pajama bottoms, his dick sticking up like a tent post. He did not know why his prick responded the way it did at the thought of fucking his best friend. He had never had a single faggot thought in his life. In fact, the very idea was totally repulsive to him. And yet his dick throbbed and pulsed with fuck need.
“You think I wanna fuck your shitty hole? What the fuck can we do? We got no choice. Do you want our fathers to find out? Do you wanna end up in a juvie home or worse yet prison where you will get fucked by every con who gets his hands on you? Coach will ruin us. You know he can.”
“Oh, yeah,” Coach said
Coach beat his drooling fat cock even harder. For a moment, he switched channels to see which guys were showering in the locker room. He loved to watch his boys in their most intimate moments. He loved to catch a dude jerking off, and then he could punish the little bastard.
“Dirty fucking teenage boys,” Coach shouted to no one in particular and slapped his own balls.
Coach picked up the telephone and dialed the hall monitor in the dorms. The boys were not allowed to have phones, not even cell phones. The boy on hall duty knew it must be a teacher calling because the boys were not allowed to make or receive calls without permission.
“Yes, sir?” the teenage voice said on the other end of the line.
For a moment, Coach fingered his pisshole and tried to figure out which little cocksucker it was, but he could not waste much time right now.
“Go to Sam Jordan’s room and have him report to Coach Black’s office at once. Have him sit in the outer office until called.”
Coach Black switched channels to Sam Jordan’s room. Sam and his roommate Billy Jones were doing their homework, but Coach Black had noticed that every once in a while Sam looked over at Billy and then tugged at his dick lump. Maybe the boy had the hots for his roommate. It was hard to tell with these boys shut up with no female contact. Most of them were just totally horny twenty-four hours a day. Not all of them had the guts Joey Gonzales did to smuggle young girls up to his room to fuck and share with his roommate. That’s why the kids idolized Joey so much. The boys at this school thought about school and sports about ten percent of the time, and about fucking ninety percent of the time. Even the freshmen boys could not wait to get their healthy young dicks into some cunt.
Coach switched back to the Gonzales/Richards room. Some progress had been made. Joey was stripping, and Mike had slipped his pajama trousers down around his ankles. His healthy young dick was a beautiful sight to behold. Joey stripped off until he too was naked. His fat cock was so nice and juicy looking. He was such a healthy jock. Coach Black could not wait to annihilate him.
“Okay, but you better take it easy on me and go slow, slow and gentle. Jesus, how can I get fucked three times a night?”
“We got no choice, Joey. I don’t wanna do it. And Coach said I gotta fuck you real hard. He said if I don’t fuck you hard enough, he’ll turn us into the cops.”
Joey sat on the bed and buried his face in his hands.
“How the fuck can we do this? How the fuck can you stick your dick up my ass?”
“Coach said it shouldn’t be too much of a problem since he opened you up with his dick and a bottle.”
Joey was off his bed in a second and on top of Mike. He forced the younger boy back and straddled him, his big fat Latino dick swinging and bouncing off the other boy’s smooth young body.
“Listen, you goddamn fucker, you ever mention what Coach did to me again, I’ll kill you, you hear me? I. Will. Kill. You.”
“Yeah, sure, Joey. I’ll never say a word. Jesus, take it easy. It ain’t my fault.”
The Latino’s thick, throbbing dick was bobbing a couple of inches from Mike’s face. Joey got a nasty idea.
“Why should I pay the price alone when both of us fucked those young bitches, and both of us drank? I passed my used up, fucked out twat on to you and you took advantage of it. You fucked them too, so why should I be the only one to suffer?”
“That’s the way Coach wants it.”
Mike turned his cute young face to one side because Joey’s big dick was too close to it and he could smell the cock. Joey reached down and twisted Mike’s face back up to look at him and his dick.
“Well, that’s not the way I want it. Okay, so you wanna fuck me. Okay, I’ll let you do it to save both our asses, but you’re gonna pay too. You’re gonna suck my dick.”
Mike screamed and tried to struggle away, but Joey pinned him.
“No...please…Joey...I’m not a cocksucker. I’m not queer. Don’t make me do it. Let’s get a freshman to do us both...please.”
“If we’ve been forbidden to date cunt, I have to have my fun somehow. If you get to fuck my ass three times a night, then I get to face fuck you whenever I want to!”
Mike’s sweet face was somewhat girlish. He had beautiful full lips, big eyes with long lashes. If Joey squinted a bit, he could almost pretend it was a cunt’s face he was fucking.
“Joey, Joey, Joey, will you never learn?” Coach Black shook his head. “I’m going to really have to punish you for this.”
Coach Black scribbled something on a slip of paper and then stood up and hiked up his trousers. His erect prick pushed out the front of his pants, but he did not care. He strode to the office door and threw it open. Cute Sam Jordan was sitting in a straight-backed chair looking very scared. He was wearing casual clothing, jeans, and a tee shirt. The boys were allowed to dress casually in their rooms at night. Sam stood up when the door opened, scared as hell that somehow Coach had found out he had snuck into his office and downloaded pics.
“Jordan, take this note to Joey Gonzales in his room.”
Sam felt a wave of relief wash over him.
“Yes, sir, right away, sir.”
Coach made sure his strong, rough hand touched Sam’s slender, soft boyish hand, which sent tingles through his body and a jolt down his pulsing prick meat. Sam could not help but see the big dick pushing out the front of Coach’s trousers. It was fucking obscene.
“Oh, and listen, Jordan, don’t knock. Joey expects this note. Just go right in. Do you hear me? Do not knock!”
“But, sir, he’s an upperclassman and I—”
“DO NOT KNOCK! JUST GO RIGHT IN! DO YOU HEAR ME?”
Coach put one hand on Sam’s shoulder and turned the teenager around. That allowed him to look at the boy’s hot little jean covered ass. He had seen the naked ass lots of times in the shower and on the room cams. It was a prize-winning virginal little butt.
He pushed the boy toward the door.
“Yes, sir,” Sam squealed as he scuttled out of the office.
Coach stood there and watched the ass cheeks rise and fall as the boy walked quickly down the hall. The perfect globes were so smooth and tight, and Coach knew the crack was nice and deep. From the few glimpses coach had gotten from the shower cams, he knew the pink asshole itself was flawless and oh so tight, an impeccable little asscunt.
“Jesus Christ, I have to fuck that little ass before anyone else pops that cherry.”
Sam was definitely next on Coach’s list. If only he could get something on the teenager or find out some family secret. Something to use as leverage. He had his assistant Arloe working on it.
Back in the boys’ room, Joey was feeding Mike dick. Mike had ceased to struggle. There was nothing he could do. He lay there as Joey shoved his fat dick deep into his open mouth and then pulled out again spraying the kid’s cute young face with pre-fuck.
“Open that mouth wider. Use your lips to suction the prick. Jesus, you’re a lousy cocksucker.”
Joey leaned up over Mike and shoved more and more dick into the kid’s mouth. Mike started to gag.
“You puke, and I swear, I’ll make you lick it up.”
Joey had gotten that from Coach, but shit, it felt good to be the one in charge even if just for a few minutes. He knew that soon Mike would be plowing his ass and would not care at all about his humiliation and pain.
Coach was at his desk jerking and watching while spraying the desk with pre-fuck. Suddenly the door opened, and Sam Jordan walked in on the face-fucking scene. The boys on the bed freaked out, but Joey did not even remove his dick from Mike’s mouth. Sam stopped, frozen in the doorway. His jaw dropped. His eyes bugged out.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?” Joey screamed at him.
“Eh…eh…Coach made me come. He said I shouldn’t knock. He…he…oh, shit.”
Joey’s prick had popped out of Mike’s mouth. Sam looked down at Mike on the bed with Joey’s big dick dripping all over the boy’s face.
“Coach sent you?”
Joey held his breath. A sick look covered his handsome face as he looked up at the cameras.
“He...he told me to give you this.”
Sam reached out his arm straight, afraid to approach the naked boys on the bed, but he could not reach them, so he had to move closer. He smelled the sex in the room. He could not take his eyes off the copious amounts of fuck spooge drooling from Joey’s dick onto Mike’s face. It was so fucking gross.
“Give me the fucking note and get the fuck outta here. And if you say a fucking word to anyone, Jordan, I’ll rip off your balls. I swear to God.”
“I won’t say nothing about…I won’t say nothing. I won’t tell anybody.”
“We’re not faggots. There’s a reason for this. I can’t explain, but there is a reason. We’re not faggots!” Joey said while opening the note.
“We’re not, really,” Mike said as dick slop seeped between his lips and slid into his mouth. He coughed.
“Sure…sure...I understand. You’re not queers. I never thought you were.”
Sam’s mind raced to the photos he had downloaded onto his computer. What the fuck was happening in this school?
Joey looked down at the note from Coach.
You have thirty seconds to get Mike's cock up your ass!
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 Coach just wanted to teach them a lesson and that if they behaved and did not fuck up anymore, maybe 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 was not Mike’s fault. Mike was trapped, just as 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 were complete faggots, homos, queers. They had performed queer acts at the command of 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 yet. 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.
Joey hadn’t eaten much breakfast, but what little he had almost came up. He started to tremble and did not 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 the in house television. He required the freshmen to swim bare-assed, claiming it had ancient Greek health benefits. 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 ass he next wanted to fuck. Teenage boys were just asking for it while bouncing around all bare balled, nuts and dicks swinging as they horsed around waiting to be called in to swim. If Coach had his way, he would keep the freshmen class that way all the time twenty-four/seven. Of course, some surface facade of propriety had to be maintained at the school. He knew that.
“Jesus Christ, Sam Jordan has a nice body.” Coach said, once again aware of how much he wanted to plow Sam’s virgin ass-pussy. “That boy needs to be gang fucked!”
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.
Joey knew he was in for a terrible 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 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?”
“You can have a second chance getting your ass beaten and my big cock up your cunt.”
Coach Black sneered, as Joey turned pale.
“You can’t do this to me. You can’t—”
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 of you feeding your 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. Sam Jordan walked in and saw your feeding time with Mike last night. He saw your prick shoved down Mike’s throat! Now what did you say about I can’t? I can’t what, Joeyboy? I can’t what?”
Coach leaned down and began to yank at Joey’s shirt, and soon the boy was bare-chested. The smooth, muscular body turned on the crazed coach even more.
“Please...Coach...not again…please...I’ll be good…I swear I’ll be good.”
“Goddamn right, you’ll be good. Now take off your pants like a good little cunt!”
Joey’s hands were shaking so badly that he could not even open his belt. Coach had to do it for him and then he pulled off the boy’s pants. Soon Joey was standing there bare-ass naked, his fat dick and balls on display. Coach Black slapped Joey’s firm young ass cheeks.
“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 bawling like a baby.
“How…how…fuck…how long do I gotta do this, Coach?”
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’re the pussy. He’s the stud. You will suck his dick to get it hard between fucks.”
“Oh…Coach…I’m not a faggot. I’m not!”
Coach walked the trembling boy over to his desk, placing 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 that I would also whip your ballbag. Scrotum lashings were commonplace in the 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 to do it is to beat his egg sacks. I’ve moved the wastebasket over near the desk ‘cause you’ll probably puke when I beat your balls. They’ll swell up to the size of oranges too. I’ve done it before, so I know what I’m doing.
“And then I’m 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 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. Coach black slapped Joey’s cute smooth ass hard, and the sound rang through the room.
“I said, ‘Don’t we, Joey?’ ”
“Yes, sir,” Joey murmured.
“Yes, sir, what, dickhead? Yes, sir, what?”
Coach Black continued to slap the boy’s ass.
“Yes...sir...we gotta…we gotta get that…that…pu…pu…pu…pussy in shape.”
“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 teenage jock making such an admission.
“Good boy, Joey. Good boy.” Coach shoved a finger roughly into Joey’s sore asshole, and 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?”
“Yes, sir, my pussy or my cunt.”
“Louder boy, what is it?”
“IT’S MY…MY…MY…PU…PU…PUSSY OR MY CUNT, SIR. MY PUSSY! MY CUNT! MY …MY…MY.”
Joey was sobbing uncontrollably, and his voice shook with fear and humiliation.
“That a girl. Good girl. Now on the desk in front of you, you will see the whiskey 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.”
Coach twisted his finger up the teenager’s 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 as spit dripped from his chin as his young mouth hung slack.
“If you puke, you will lick it up. Drink the nice piss now, Joey, like a good little cunt.”
Joey drank the piss. He drank two big swallows of piss. It tasted horrible. He choked and gagged, but he did not puke. When his breakfast came back up into his mouth, the boy swallowed it. He did not want to puke on the desk and then be forced to lick it up.
“Come on, Joey, show me how you chug when you want to impress your friends. Drink the whole bottle of piss, Joeyboy.”
To emphasize his point, Coach worked a second finger up into the abused boy’s raw tender rectum.
“Oh…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 was now ready for his ass and fuck bag beating. Something every teenage boy should experience at least once in his life if not regularly.
Joey Gonzales could hardly walk when he met Mike, his roommate, under the stairwell in the dorms. His nipples burned, as they rubbed against his shirt and dog cum still leaked from out of his canine-raped asshole. He was a physical and psychological mess. Mike was appalled at the condition of his buddy.
“I been thinking about it all day, and we got no choice,” Joey said to Mike.
“I know, man, but I’m not sure I can fuck you three times a night every night.”
Joey slammed his friend against the wall hard. He was desperate.
“That’s not the answer. You won’t fuck me at all. You have no idea what that bastard did to me in his office.”
“Joey, I can’t help that. It’s not my fault. I didn’t do nothing.”
Mike got scared when his friend got angry. Joey was so much larger and tougher than he was.
“You got drunk. You fucked young cunt, the same as me. Why should I get all this shit dumped on me?”
“Maybe Coach has got it in for you. You know there were other boys he drove out of the school by bullying them.”
“Asswipe! This is not bullying. This is sexual abuse. And don’t think you’ll get off so easy. He’s got his sights set on you too. It’s just a matter of time. That’s why we gotta act now.”
“And do what?”
Mike was getting scared.
“Keep your fucking voice down. We got no choice. We gotta kill the fucker!”
Mike’s cute fifteen-year-old face turned pale.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“You asshole. I am dead serious. If we don’t get rid of Coach, he’ll ruin us. He can send those pics of us fucking to our folks any damn time he pleases. You know what a sadist he is. Remember how he made fun of Ching Lee’s tiny dick in front of the whole class and made the kid show everybody his prick?”
Mike laughed as he remembered the hilarity of Ching flashing his tiny prick.
“Well, it was pretty small.”
“Yeah, but who do you think got the idea going around that since Ching wasn’t a man, he might be a better girl and should suck the whole team off?”
“Ah, the school’s better off without that Chink anyway. He never woulda lasted. And he was too goddamn smart for his own good.”
“That’s not my point, twerp. My point is that it was Coach who orchestrated that entire event. And he can do the same with us. We got no choice, man. We gotta get that son of a bitch before he destroys us.”
Mike chewed his cute lower lip.
“Even if we wanted to, how could we do it?”
“He jogs the halls every night. We wait at the top of a stairwell and give him a shove. It’ll look like an accident.”
“I gotta think about this. This is way too radical for me, Joey.”
“Yeah, well, wait until it’s your turn in his office. I gotta go see Doc now, and I don’t exactly relish that either. He’s almost as big a pervert as Coach, and they’re best friends.”
Mike looked down at the floor.
“I’m sorry, Joey. I’ll think about it.”
“Holy fuck!” Brian Sheridan said, studying the pics of Joey getting bottle fucked by Coach. “These are fucking great, Sam. Lick my balls a little.”
Sam slid the long fat spit-slick dick out of his fledgling face-pussy and started to lick the sweaty swinging scrotum of the upperclassman. Sam had never licked balls before. He had never committed any sexual act before other than jerking his own teen prick. The taste and feel were so strange to him.
“Jesus, Sam, you lick nuts like an inexperienced little girl. Put some enthusiasm into it. If you want me to help you, you’re going to have to do better than this. Make love to those nuts. Shit, these pics are really hot. Joey Gonzales, the athletic stud of the school, getting a bottle rammed up his shitter. You’re right about one thing. Coach is a sick puppy! I think we can use these to our advantage, Sam. Now lick my dick head; it’s leaking like crazy.”
Sam’s cute young face was covered with fuck slop, it was streaked across his nose and dripped from his chin. He licked at the drooling piss slit of the older boy.
“Jesus, I hate being stuck here in this all-boys school with no twat available. I get so fucking horny. Hey, Sam, strip off your clothes, and let me see your ass.”
Sam pulled back, a string of pre-cum connecting the dick head to his lips.
“No way, Brian, we said a blow job. That was the deal, a blow job for your help.”
Brian smiled at the adorable fourteen-year-old dweeb.
“Yeah, but now I feel like fucking some ass, and you’re about the closest thing we got to a twat in this school. And you need my help. And you don’t need me to go to Coach with these pics and tell him where I got them. Now, strip out of your clothes, pretty boy, and let me see those sweet ass globes of yours.”
“Please, Brian, I never did anything like that.”
Brian put a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder.
“Look at it this way; you’d have gotten fucked sooner or later anyway. As part of your swim team initiation, all the seniors on the team will get a crack at you, so I’m just starting you out early. Getting you prepped. Now be a good boy and strip down. I like my pussy boy bare-assed when I fuck him.”
Sam started to strip, tears in his young eyes.
“But you’re not queer.”
“Course not. I’ll kill anybody who calls me a faggot. Fucking boy ass isn’t really about sex. It’s more about power, power and unloading your bloated balls in a convenient twat hole. Now, come on, Sam, don’t be difficult.”
“But you’re too big. Fuck, you’re ten inches.”
“I guess this is just your lucky day. I like to go balls deep on the first thrust, so you’ll be used to it in no time. After I’ve fucked you ten or twelve times, Sam, your hole will adjust.”
“Te…Te…Ten…Ten or twelve times?”
Sam’s chest was bare now, and his cute little brown nipples looked perky and hot. His flat, slender tummy fluttered.
“Hey, these pics are dynamite. We could both get in a shitload of trouble. You need my help. And it’s worth a little more than just one or two fucks. If you want me to take care of this, you have to be my private pussy boy all semester.”
For some reason, Sam’s teen dick gave a lurch in his pants. He swallowed hard and kicked off his shoes.
As Mike entered his room, someone grabbed him and threw him down on the bed. He thought it was one of the guys horsing around until he looked up at the muscular, lean form of Coach Black.
“Mikey, boy, I don’t think you’re doing a forceful enough job fucking your roommate, so I thought I’d stop by and show you how to do it. Strip off, Mike, I need some of that sweet teen ass of yours.”
Mike crawled back up toward the head of his bed, away from Coach who was already stripping.
“You can’t do this, Coach. You can’t get away with this.”
Coach laughed at the terrified boy.
“Of course, I can. I know what your father would do to you if you caused a scandal. And videos of you fucking another boy would really cause the shit to hit the fan, so you just better behave, Mike. I will send them to your father, just try me.”
“Oh, god, no.”
Mike could hardly move. His body was numb with fear.
“Now, I expect you to use your ass like a first class whore. I want it to grip my dick like a fucking velvet glove. I want to feel your rectal muscles making love to my fuckmeat. You better be a prime pussy boy, or you and Joey might change places.”
Cute young Mike began to tremble. Tears ran down his sweet young face.
“And from now on when you throw your nightly fucks into Joey, I expect you to use the same technique I’m going to use on you, the pump and grind twat stretcher!”
At that moment, Joey walked into the doctor’s office. Doc was waiting for him, his own prick rock hard in his pants.
“Ah, Joey, Coach Black tells me you have a sore pussy from too much cunting around with the boys on your football team. You faggot boys really have to watch how much dick you take. You can’t have it all you know.”
“That’s not true, Doc. Coach—”
“Shut the fuck up, Joey. You don’t want to contradict Coach Black. Besides, I had you pegged for a faggot when I gave you your first exam. I just about touched you, and your prick got a hard-on. You love to have men touch you. Well, you’re going to have to control how many jocks you let up that pussy of yours. I can only repair a torn twat so much. Now strip down, and we’ll take a look.”
Joey was stripped down to his jock strap and green athletic socks. He sat there on a white sheet they had spread out in the small gym, a sheet that allowed the sick perverted trustees to take better pictures of his well-built, young, sixteen-year-old body.
“Looking good, Joey.”
Coach was laughing while the gang of men snapped pictures as they leaned in for a closer look at the high school jock.
“Now arch up your back, so your prick pouch sticks out toward us. Show the trustees the new athletic supporter. If crying had done any good, Joey would have balled his eyes out, but he knew it would just make them laugh more. He was in a world of monsters. It was a normal boy’s worst nightmare to be under the control of a bunch of homo perverts.
“Jesus, look at the kid’s nice smooth tight tummy,” an older balding guy said to his buddy.
“I can’t. I’m busy imagining what I am going to do with those nice tits. They look like Coach has been working on them already.”
And indeed, young Joey’s nipples were a bit red from being glued to the windowsill, but it made the young Mexican colt look even more desirable.
“Now, Joey, slowly, so that we can get pics, reach inside your jock and pull out your cup,” Coach instructed the degraded boy.
“I wanna buy that cup. I’ll give the school ten grand if I can have that cup still warm from his balls.”
“Smile, Joey, the trustees want to see a happy boy. Now, pull out your cup.”
Joey reached one trembling hand down and slid it inside his jock. The guys watching from the bleachers held their breaths. You could feel the tension in the air. Joey slid the white protective cup from his dick and balls leaving them covered by only the thin material. You could see the shape of his young cock meat through the jock. He held the cup out to Coach who took it and gave it to the guy in the stands who had paid for it. The guy stood up waving it like he had just caught a World Series baseball. Then he put it to his face and inhaled. He licked the inside of the cup that had rested against the kid’s cock and nuts.
“Hmmm, nothing like the taste of fresh teenage boy balls,” he yelled, and all the guys roared with laughter.
Joey sat there on the floor, legs spread dressed in only an athletic supporter. His young chest heaved, and his pretty nipples rose and fell. He looked back and forth at the sea of twisted deviates who were eating him with their eyes.
“Spread your legs for the nice gentlemen, Joey. Guys, in case you didn’t know, Joey here is a real girl fucker. Yes, sir, young as he is, he has fucked many of the town’s finest young twats. And he fucks them young too. You like young pussy, don’t you, Joeyboy?”
At first, Joey was too stunned and humiliated to answer. He could talk about his girl fucking skills. Tell these perverts he was not a faggot.
“You like young twat, don’t you Joey?” Coach repeated.
“Yes, sir,” Joey said, sitting there with his legs spread, a trickle of sweat running down from each armpit.
“Yes, sir, what, Joey?”
‘Don’t make Coach angry. Whatever you do, Joey, don’t make him angry.’
Coach Black leaned in.
“Yes, sir, I like young pussy, sir,” Joey said.
“I can’t hear you, shithead. The gentlemen can’t hear you.”
“I LIKE YOUNG PUSSY, SIR!” Joey hollered at the top of his lungs.
The guys howled with laughter and nudged each other.
“Tell the trustees, Joey, what’s the youngest pussy you ever fucked?”
“Please, sir, I’m doing everything you want. Don’t make me—”
“TELL THEM, YOU FUCKING CUNT!”
“TWELVE…TWELVE YEARS OLD.” Joey sniveled.
Coach held out one hand like presenting a circus freak.
“There you have it, gentlemen, young Joey Gonzales here is proud of the fact that he fucks twelve-year-old pussy. He fucks little girls. He is a little girl fucker! What do we do with a piece of shit like this?”
“Cut off his balls,” one guy yelled, and several others agreed.
“Show him what it feels like,” another said, and they all applauded.
“Joey, take off the prick pouch. Do it, cunt!”
Joey pulled the jock strap down off his teen dick and balls.
“Wait. Stand up so everybody can see your useless little girl fucking pricklet.”
Joey stood up and then slid the athletic supporter down. His dick was naturally thick, but it had shrunk from fear. The trustees looking at it laughed.
“Christ, it looks more like a clit than a cock. No wonder he fucks baby girls. No real cunt could ever even feel it.”
Joey slid off the jock strap, bare-ass naked except for his athletic socks, and then sat down again when Coach told him to. It was horrible. Everyone could see his thick brown uncut prick and his big soft balls.
“Don’t be shy, Joseph, spread your legs and give us a treat,” Coach hissed.
The lights seemed to get brighter, or perhaps the guy with the video cameras just moved in closer. Joey felt as if he was losing his mind. He spread his naked legs to reveal his cock and balls to the perverted trustees.
“It’s all well and good to look at her clit, but let’s see her pussy,” a youngish guy, who had been a jock at the school several years ago and came from a really wealthy family, shouted.
His buddies slapped him on the back.
“Yeah, let’s see her cunt!”
They were calling Joey a girl now. They were talking about him as if he were a fucking girl! He could not stand it.
“Okay, Joey, show them that the boys on our team are no cunts. Do one hundred push-ups for us now!”
Coach yelled just as he did on the field. Joey flipped over with his fine young ass sticking up. He thought he was protecting himself by hiding his dick and balls somewhat, but he did not realize that what the guys were really after was now on display—the firm, smooth young ass globes and the hot moist crack in between.
“Fucking Jesus, Mary, and Joseph will you look at that boy-twat,” Father Joseph Barova, a priest who was on the board, yelled while digging his hands into his cassock so he could play with his leaking dick.
Joey started to do push-ups, and every time his young ass rose up, the trustees jerked their throbbing dicks. Coach moved in and gave the firm ass globes a hard slap.
“Stick that ass up when you do your push-ups, fuckhole.”
The sound of the ass slap filled the gym. Joey pushed his sixteen-year-old ass up higher. Now his swinging nuts and prick could be easily seen as well.
“Shit, I can’t wait until they bring in the dogs,” one middle-aged guy said, frigging his dick out in the open.
“No dog is gonna fuck that pussy until I try it first; I don’t do sloppy seconds to dogs.”
“Yeah, but imagine how he’ll feel about himself after getting fucked by five dogs. Imagine how he’ll feel about himself for the rest of his whole fucking life. I mean, a kid doesn’t get over something like that. Getting dog dick up your ass at sixteen, you never get over that.”
“Yeah, awesome,” his buddy said. “He’ll be fucking ruined for life.”
“Probably commit suicide or something.”
“Fuck, I wonder if we could watch.”
Coach was talking again, so the two guys shut up.
“All right, Joey, that’s enough, we get the picture. You would never have made it to one hundred because you are a fucking pussy boy. Now reach back with your hands and spread your ass cheeks and show us your cunt hole.”
How could anyone be this cruel, this inhuman? Joey twisted on the floor, and the trustees got off on seeing his young naked jock body in motion. He reached back, grabbed a firm ass globe in each hand, and pulled his ass crack open to reveal his recently and often-fucked asshole.
“Jesus, that pussy is red. She must take it from every guy on the team!”
“Yes, gentlemen, I’m afraid, in addition to being a baby girl fucker, Joey is the school slut because there are no girls at our school, some of the more healthy boys have no place to unload their big bursting jock balls. Let’s face it, seventeen and eighteen-year-old boys need to fuck, and Joey is kind enough to provide a pussy for them.”
Joey wanted to yell out that it was not true. That Coach had done all of this to him. That he was not a homo, but what good would it do? Who would have believed him, staring at his red sore asshole?
“Stick a finger up your asshole for us, Joey, way up. Show the gentlemen what a good twat it makes.”
In front of a roomful of lustful men, young Joey Gonzales stuck a finger up his own asshole and pushed his globes up higher so they could all see him fingering his own rectum.
“What a fucking piece of shit!” one man said, jerking his leaking dick.
“I agree, gentlemen, and as members of the Board of Trustees, it’s your responsibility to see that this boy’s perverted sickness doesn’t rub off on the rest of the school. It’s your job to teach him once and for all what he is good for.”
“There is nothing a cunt like that is good for except taking dick!”
“Exactly! Shall we begin? We’ll draw lots as to who gets to fuck her first.”
A young jock stood up.
“Yeah, but she might enjoy it too much. That wouldn’t teach her anything. Why not make her jerk off five or six times first, so she’s nice and empty and feels no pleasure in it, only the pain!”
Coach chortled at the suggestion.
“Good idea. Joey, you heard the trustee, jerk off five or six times for us!”
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