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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part 34" (mc, nc, rape, M/t. t/b, crossdressing)
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Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2006 03:10:02 -0500
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TEACHER - PART THIRTY-FOUR

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	"Fuck, that's the worst bloody game we've played
yet!"
	"Tell me!"
	"Everyone's just fuckin' given up."
	"Even Justin."
	"Oh yeah.  Some team captain he's turned out to be."
	"His ol'man should have made him captain of the
cheerleading team."
	"Maybe he's saving that position for Justin's kid
brother," suggested Chad Freeman, causing several of
the team to laugh.
	"It true what I hear, that his brother is a little
faggot?"
	"Oh yeah, Spence's brother says he's always hanging
around the boys' room checking everyone out, and Andy
says he's seen him at the mall advertising his ass."
	"No wonder Goosey can't coach worth a damn.  He can't
even raise his sons."
	"Maybe he should join the cheerleading team."
	"Maybe he should.  Everyone's fantasy is to screwing
a cheerleader, right?  If Goosey was one of them,
they'd fight each other for the chance!" observed
Chad's cousin, James Freeman, causing those around
them to laugh.
	"Dude, that is so funny!"
	"Who knows, maybe he's a faggot like his kid," James
observed.  James's younger brother, Jason, used to be
Anton's best friend up until recently and he'd
confirmed Spence's brother's information.  That
information also explained why Jason had stopped
seeing Anton so suddenly.
	As the team continued off the field, Cory glanced up
at Billy, who glanced over at Juan.  Busy French
kissing Annette and finger fucking her hot,
juice-dripping cunt under her short skirt, neither
noticed that the game was even over never mind Billy's
glance nor having heard the conversation as the team
had left the field.  "When?" Billy asked.  Not
"what"or "can."  He had a basic idea what Cory had in
mind, which was enough, and though he didn't know how,
he knew Cory could do it.
	"After practice Monday."
	Julius and Justin had thought Saturday was a bad day,
but that was nothing compared to Monday.  They had no
sooner walked in the door than Julius had a call from
Bob Moser, telling him instead of meeting in the park
to meet him with his three boys at six at the Economy
Inn, and to ask the desk clerk for the key to Room 137
reserved for Mrs. Smith.  Bob had not shown up in the
park Saturday nor Sunday, and he didn't say why the
motel or mention the game, but Julius knew Bob had to
have heard about their loss, and that whatever he had
in mind would not be good, especially having phoned
him at home and told him where to meet, a first since
their encounter in the park four long months ago. 
When he told Justin, the teenager's heart sank.  He
didn't know what Bob had in mind either, but every
high school guy knew the Economy Inn was where you
went if you wanted to rent a cheap room for an hour,
and that the strip mall two blocks up the street was
where you could pick up a cheap hooker.
	That wasn't all.  As they sat down to supper,
Antoinette presented Julius with a picture that he did
not want to see.  A picture of him, Julian and
Francois being fucked by Bob Moser and Spence and Lane
Spudder, and Anton on his knees sucking off Francois,
the faces of him and his sons clearly recognizable but
those of the others blacked out if the face was
visible.  "So this is what you do when you go
jogging?" she asked flatly.
	"Where did you get this?"
	"I found it."
	Found it?  Where could she find it?  And how?  When
he'd confronted Bob Moser about Cory having seen the
picture of him and Lad, Bob had adamantly denied
having posted the picture anywhere, and had then
fucked Julius even more brutally for suggesting it. 
He'd also pointed out in that he and the Spudder boys
were in the pictures they evidently hadn't taken them,
but Julius was certain Bob had arranged to have them
taken in the first place, and that he was the one
who'd posted one of the pictures where Cory could find
it just out of spite regardless of Bob's denial. 
There was no question the man hated him.  As that
conversation flashed through his mind, he realized
that was the where and the how regarding Antoinette's
possession of the picture.  Cory had not just seen the
picture with him and Lad, but evidently also the one
Antoinette had dropped on his plate.  He'd also
evidently pocketed it, and when he'd been at his house
he'd either dropped it, or Antoinette had found it in
his pocket.  He did, after all, just chuck his clothes
anywhere when he came in the house, and Antoinette
picked up after him just like she did with her sons. 
Julius blanched.  Did that mean she had seen the one
of him and Lad too?
	"Well?"
	"It's not how it looks.  I, we, we were forced."
	"Forced?  How?"
	How do you explain to your wife you were blackmailed
into having sex after being caught getting screwed by
a dog, and that to save yourself you'd sacrificed your
sons, allowing you and your sons to be further
blackmailed?
	"I didn't think you had an answer.  You're evidently
enjoying it.  Is that why we haven't had sex for the
past three months?"  Julius's sons and daughters
squirmed uncomfortably, the food on the table
untouched.  This was not the sort of conversation you
wanted to hear between your parents.  "You prefer men
over me?"  They squirmed even more.
	"Of course not!  You're having my child aren't you?"
	"It's not your child."  Julius looked at her blankly.
 "It's Cory Wilson's."  Other than Juliette, who at
seven believed her friend's story that the angels
planted a special baby seed inside the mommy's belly
and didn't understand what Cory Wilson had to do with
it, Julius was the only one to whom that came as a
surprise.  Cory Wilson was his student!  And the boy
was only thirteen!  The father of the baby in his
wife's womb?  "Who was that on the phone just now?"
Antoinette pressed.  Julius knew there was no point in
lying, but he couldn't tell her either.  "It was your
lover wasn't it?  You're meeting with him.  All of you
are just itching to go meet with your lovers."
	"He's not my lover.  None of them are our lovers. 
It's not what-."
	"Fine!  Lie!  I know the truth.  Pictures don't lie,"
she said, waving the incriminating photo in the air. 
"You like being the woman in a relationship?  Well
then you can dress the part."  Picking up the stacks
of clothing on the china cabinet, which none of them
had noticed in their hurry to eat after soccer
practice and get to the park on time so as not to get
Bob and the Spudders angry, she slammed them down in
front of each of them.  Looking at the clothes, they
looked up at their fuming mother and wife one by one
in disbelief and uncertainty.  "Annette, go get my
make-up."
	The plan worked out even more perfectly than he'd
expected, and Cory hadn't even had to be there to keep
things going smoothly with his headband.  All it had
taken was the supposedly accidentally dropped picture
when he'd taken off his pants for a quick screw Sunday
while Julius and his sons were out jogging, and then
planting the idea of since they were being used like
women to dress the part.  The rest had been
Antoinette's, including her choice of clothing. 
	Six o'clock four obvious she-males got out of a 2004
Lincoln Cartier at the Economy Inn.  The oldest, and
by far the largest and homeliest with a developing
beer gut and fat ass, walked, or more appropriately
staggered, in her high heels into the office and got
the key.  Although it was the ugliest she-male he'd
ever seen, the desk clerk didn't even bat an eye. 
Nothing that went on at the motel surprised him
anymore.  It was a simple room, a bed with plain
sheets, a small night table with a lamp, two
stiff-backed wooden chairs, a small, round table with
wobbly legs, and a closet-sized bathroom.  At least it
had a smoke detector on the wall and a water sprinkler
in the centre of the ceiling.  No phone, no
television, no pictures on the wall, just a large,
ugly air vent.  They'd barely gotten in the room when
there was a knock on the door.  Julius opened it,
expecting to see Bob Moser.  Instead, there stood
Spence Spudder, still in his soccer uniform from the
after-school practice, and behind him, the rest of the
soccer team, also in their uniforms.  Spence had told
them not to change nor even shower after practice.
	"I don't fuckin' believe it," snorted James Freeman,
his eyes wide in disbelief.  And his father had
threatened the Academy Board of Trustees that he'd
take him and his brother out of school, and of course
cease his generous donations, if they kept Bob Moser
as coach, and had ranted and raved about what a
pervert Bob Moser was! 
	"You were fuckin' right," observed his cousin Chad as
he glanced at Spence Spudder.
	The rest of the team just snickered and stared at the
four totally embarrassed and humiliated she-males as
they pushed into the room, fourteen muscular studs
still in their sweaty soccer jerseys and grass-stained
shorts and their cleats.  There was just barely
standing room.  Before them was Madam Goosey Gilles in
a low-cut, tight, slinky red dress that revealed his
hairy, flabby chest, his protruding middle-age gut,
and his broad ass, with cherry-red lipstick and rouge,
eye shadow and fake eyelashes.  Miss Julian stood
beside him in the school's cheerleading uniform with
the tight burgundy blouse cut low to show off a
cheerleader's tits, in this case a padded bra, and the
short, tan skirt to show off her hairy legs, which it
did, at least down to her knee-high black socks.  He
wore a dark brown, shoulder-long wig and make-up that
had been applied by his sister.  Beside him was Anton,
with his studded dog collar and chain and black
lipstick and thick eye liner applied by his mother, in
a purple padded bra and black halter that revealed his
arms and midriff and a short leather skirt that
revealed his slender legs.  Beside him, in a wig of
curly red hair with white lace bows on each side,
stood fresh-faced nine-year-old Francois in a little
girl's cute frilly, pink dress and white ankle socks. 
The four blushed a bright red as half the soccer team
of highschool studs gaped at them with open mouths and
the other half snickered and unsuccessfully tried to
hold back their laughter.
	"I get the cheerleader," Spence finally announced. 
Although Bob had told him where to go and what to
expect after Cory's call to Bob on Saturday, what he'd
found was still a shock and it had taken a couple
minutes to come back to his senses.  Thinking it all
had been set up by Bob, he had no idea where the man
got his ideas, but he liked the way he thought.  From
the response of his teammates, so did they.
	"In that case, I want big momma," grinned Kenny
Young.  He wondered if his first kiss with a man would
be anything like his first kiss with a girl, which had
been with Chrissie Spackman at the Christmas dance
just before he'd turned fourteen just over a year ago.
 He figured maybe they should go straight to getting a
blow job, which Chrissie had done for her and his
first time six months later.  When she'd refused to go
any further, he'd dropped her three months after that,
something he later regretted as he hadn't made out
with anyone since.  Today he planned on making up for
that, and who better to suck him off than his hated
evidently faggot coach?
	"Do you think she can take on two at the same time?"
asked Theo, who at six-foot four and two-hundred and
ten pounds, all solid muscle, was the largest member
of the team, and one of the star athletes of the
school.
	"Hell, she could probably take on the whole team at
the same time," Kenny responded with a grin.
	"Me, I want a piece of the cheerleader's ass,"
announced Colin Cosher, the seventeen-year-old son of
the Chairman of the Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys. 
This was going to be hot, fucking the ass of his
sister's boyfriend!  If he was screwing her, this
would be double payback time, once for being such a
screw up team captain, and once for the arrogant prick
humping his sister.
	The two cousins, James and Chad, glanced at each
other and moved in on Anton while two others of the
team, Freddy and Nicholas, approached Francois and the
remaining six soccer players settled back to watch. 
Backing Goosey onto the bed, Kenny and Theo began
stripping him, slipping the straps of his slinky dress
over his broad shoulders and pulling it down,
revealing his hairy, flabby breasts which they
immediately began to squeeze and massage, running
their fingers over his nipples and causing them to
become firm just as Kenny had done to Chrissy Spackman
and Theo was doing to his present girlfriend.  Pushing
his dress down over his protruding beer gut, they
hooted with laughter at the frilly white panties
embroidered with dainty purple and yellow flowers. 
The two boys rubbed his fat, hairy thighs and his
crotch from the outside of his panties as they slipped
their lips about his hairy nipples and sucked on them
as if he were a woman as Kenny had done to Chrissie
and Theo hoped to do with his girlfriend any day now. 
When Kenny puckered up and kissed him on the lips
while he slipped a hand inside his panties the
watching audience of teammates cheered and laughed at
the sight and urged him on.  It wasn't anywhere near
as good as his first kiss with a girl, but the whole
idea of making out with a pretend woman in front of
his teammates was enough to start his cock swelling. 
Mind you, when you are fifteen, that does not take
much.
	Spence and Colin had meanwhile unbuttoned the blouse
of their cheerleader and pushed up her skirt to reveal
a pair of sexy pink panties with lace and embroidered
with delicate red roses which matched her padded bra,
which had also brought snickers from the audience. 
They similarly caressed her crotch as Kenny and Theo
were doing to her father and as, with their lack of
experience, they struggled to remove her bra.  Pushing
down and removing his soccer shorts and his boxers,
Spence removed his jock and pressed it over his
reluctant but resigned cheerleader's nose and the
audience snickered as they commented that he was
probably fulfilling one of the cheerleader's dreams. 
Already turning red with embarrassment and shame, the
cheerleader in question turned even redder, partly in
anger, and as another commented that soon Spence would
be fulling another of her dreams Justin turned as red
as the rose embroidered on his panties.  Colin by then
had also removed his shorts, underwear and jock, and
as he pressed his jock over her nose, the two horny
teenage boys pressed their bodies against her,
sandwiching her between them with her skirt raised and
her panties about her ankles.  As they gyrated their
hips, their cocks began to swell.
	Meanwhile James and Chad had raised Anton's skirt to
reveal his silk panties and made him kiss them and
then raise their soccer jerseys and sniff and lick
their sweaty pits with long, damp, silky teenage hair,
which they noticed caused a swelling in their girl's
purple panties.  As Anton licked and kissed Chad's
chest and nipples, James removed his padded bra,
evidently having experience from the ease with which
he did so, and then stood behind him and squeezed and
played with his breasts and pulled on his nipple
rings, all of which caused his nipples to immediately
become firm and caused his panties to tent out even
more.  He squirmed with such obvious pleasure as James
tweaked his swollen nipples and Chad kissed him and
groped his crotch that there was no doubt in anyone's
mind that he was gay.  If there was, any doubt was
wiped out at the sight of his stiff little three-inch
cock and the metal cock ring about the base as Chad
pulled down his panties.
	Freddy Rabb, the blond-haired, blue-eyed,
seventeen-year-old son of a prominent German doctor in
Riverside who had been one of the parents who'd
threatened to pull his son out of the Academy if Bob
Moser remained employed, and Nicholas Pandoppolis, an
olive-skinned, dark-eyed sixteen-year-old Greek god,
the son of one of Riverside's richest shipping
magnates who owned a number of warehouses on the
oceanfront and was rumoured to have mob connections
and who had boughten his son's way into the otherwise
predominantly white protestant student population of
Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys, had found that Anton's
kid brother was even more of a fag than Anton was, the
nine-year-old eagerly slipping his hands into the
boxers of the two jocks as they raised his pretty
dress and pulled down his pink panties to reveal an
already erect little preteen dicklet.  He squirmed
with pleasure and anticipation as Frederick stroked
his swollen, throbbing little boy cock and Nicholas
ran a middle finger up along his crack and fingered
his little, itching pucker.  As Anton eagerly pushed
down the jock strap of the heartthrob of half the high
school girls at the Academy's sister school, Gladys
Harper Private School for Girls, and began to stroke
his partially swollen cock, the heartthrob of over
half the teenage girls in the Greek community of
Riverside pushed down his own jock to reveal a
partially aroused monster of a cock which Anton
eagerly grabbed with his other hand.
	The eight soccer players were eager to seek their
revenge against their inept coach and team captain and
the two sons and brothers of the two in their place. 
They were also hormone-charged, and the majority
virgins.  Although every one of them was a hundred
percent straight, their sex play with the supposed
girls and the opportunity to have sex got all of them
stiff in short time, and one by one they removed their
jocks if they were not already removed or had their
girls remove them for them.
	Anton sniffed the sweaty jocks of his two attackers
eagerly, thrilling with the fragrance of their hot
teenage balls, his young cock throbbing and jerking
hotly in his panties.  He licked the salty lining of
the cups in eager anticipation of licking the balls
that had nestled in them.  He did not care what the
others thought as his deep-seated desire implanted by
Cory rose and the young bottom boy's body ached for
cock.  Francois too inhaled deeply as one and then the
other of his two attackers pressed their sweaty cups
against his nose and his little boy dicklet throbbed
painfully with arousal.  His body ached also, not due
to any trance induced by Cory Wilson but with the
natural lust of a young boy who has discovered the
joys of sex and of being a boy.  Of course the two
were embarrassed by their evident pleasure, a pleasure
their peers and society denounced and repressed, and
by being pawed by the soccer players in front of their
father and brother and in front of all the other
soccer players, but Anton's trance-induced lust for
cock and Francois' natural need to satisfy the itch up
his rectum were stronger.
	Julius and Julian on the other hand were far from
willing participants, having no such desires induced
by Cory's headband and both having been brainwashed by
society into believing that any sex between two males
was sinful and filthy.  Embarrassed for themselves and
for each other, son and father lie there on the bed
side by side being fondled and caressed as their
lovers treated them like two whores, in part because
in their hatred for the two they saw them as nothing
more than whores, and in part because seeing them as
whores and treating them as women helped justify in
their minds they were engaging in a homosexual act. 
It certainly helped later to rationalize why they'd
gotten erections and had found such pleasure in what
they'd done.
	And so Julius found himself laying on his back in the
bed with his legs spread and Theo kneeling between
them as he lubed his throbbing six inches of cock with
KY jelly, which Bob had told Julius to stop and buy on
his way to the motel, and Kenny kneeling on the floor
beside him and rubbing the knob of his erect cock
across his lips.  Julian had been tossed on the bed
beside his father and now found his ass and legs being
raised in the air as Colin placed the tip of his lubed
cock against his hole and as Spence, kneeling on the
other side of the bed, yanked back his head and
prepared to shove his stiff meat in his mouth.  Father
and son pushed out with their abdomens and relaxed
their sphincters to ease the pain, reinforcing the
belief of the two horny boys about to penetrate them
that they were sinking their stiff cocks up two
willing and degenerate fag whores.  Their stiffness
and randiness combined with the lube and the
experience of the two Gilles's made their first
penetration of ass comparatively effortless, and the
two virgins marvelled at the heat and pleasure of
having their aching cocks surrounded by moist,
throbbing flesh and they wondered if that was how it
felt when a guy sank his cock up a girl's twat.  It
was at least how they had imagined pussy would be, and
they eagerly sank their stiff cocks deep up the
rectums of the two painted whores until their balls
were pressing against their backsides.
	As Julius and Julian felt the stiff, thick cocks
penetrating them, they slipped their lips over the
knobs of the two erect pricks of the other boys and
began to suck as they continued down the shafts. 
Again, the ease and seeming eagerness with which they
slipped their mouths over the aching cocks of the two
boys reaffirmed in their minds that they were being
sucked off by two faggot whores, reinforced of course
by the lipstick and rouge and by the need to believe
that although they were engaged in a homosexual act,
one which they were finding intensely pleasant, they
themselves were not fags.
	That was predominant in the minds of the four boys at
the beginning, but as Theo and Colin pumped their hips
to and fro, working their stiff, aching teenage cocks
in and out of the assholes of their two whores, and as
Kenny and Spence felt the familiar thrills of
stimulation ripple through their cockheads as the two
mouths sucked on their throbbing cocks and the two
pairs of lips slipped up and down their thick shafts,
the four soon forgot such concerns and pure physical
pleasure took over. What did it matter what sex was
pleasing them as long as they were being pleased?   
	 Bending over and grasping the back of one of the
wooden chairs for support, Anton eagerly and willingly
spread his legs as James placed the tip of his lubed
cock against his asshole, and he eagerly and willingly
opened his mouth and slipped it over the
blood-engorged knob of James's cousin Chad.  He
quivered with delight as he felt James's cock sink up
his rectum and he pushed out with his abdominal
muscles to help him sink his cock up his ass.  As
James grasped his hips and slowly began to withdraw,
he clamped his sphincter shut, knowing the tightness
would increase both his pleasure and that of the boy
beginning to fuck him.  At the same time he let his
saliva collect in his mouth and baste the knob of
Chad's cock and he ran his tongue over the swollen
knob before swallowing the cock-flavoured spittle,
again knowing his actions would please both of them. 
He lusted after cock as a starving man would lust over
a ripe banana, and he lusted just as much for his own
pleasure as he did to bring pleasure to the boy he was
sucking and the boy fucking his ass.
	His father and brother laying in the bed also being
fucked and sucking cock, and his kid brother
performing the same service for the other two soccer
players all added to the eroticism of the evening, and
he sucked on Chad's cock and worked his lips up and
down the shaft with unabashed delight and arousal, his
long earrings swaying with the bobbing motion.  His
tiny, stiff cocklet jerked with arousal as he felt
James's cock pumping in and out of his rectum, sending
tingles of pleasure through his stretched asshole and
ripples of pleasure through his groin each time
James's cockhead brushed against his sphincter.    He
wondered if James would tell his brother Jason what
they'd done, and if Jason would reveal what had he'd
done at Cory's party.  In a way he hoped the two
brothers would talk.  He and Jason had been best
friends for eight years, back from the first day of
school in kindergarten, and he missed his friendship.
Over the past few weeks as he'd lain in bed drifting
off to sleep, even on those nights he'd fucked his kid
brother, he'd thought back to him and Jason jacking
off the black dude's monster cock while he'd jerked
them off, and the two times Jason had been sucked off
by Kenneth Ballard, and had wished the two of them
might mess around with each other.
	Francois was getting the itch up his rectum satisfied
and he worked his sphincter in time with Frederick's
thrusts and withdrawals.  The two boys had had him
bend over and lie on his stomach on the wobbly table
and Frederick was ramming his thick, teen cock in and
out of his ass while Nicholas took up the position in
the front and was getting his slender olive branch
eagerly sucked.  The pleasure on Francois' face was as
evident as the pleasure on the faces of the two
teenage heartthrobs.  As they tensed with the familiar
tension developing in their groins and the familiar
throbbing of their swollen cocks, neither boy being a
virgin, the adoring girls at Gladys Harper and the
teenage girls of the Greek community of Riverside, and
the hopeful mothers of both group of girls, would have
been shocked to see the two handsome teenage athletes
standing there in the crowded motel room in their
soccer jerseys and naked from the waist down getting
their rocks off with a nine-year-old boy dressed in a
frilly pink dress and one leg still in his flimsy
panties.
	Theo grunted and threw his head back as he thrust his
hips forward and it was evident to the six teammates
leaning against the walls or sitting on the floor
watching the hot action that he was shooting his stuff
up their hated coach's rectum.  The soccer player's
breath trembled as he shot off his first load that was
not by his own hand.  That it was up the fat ass of a
forty-four-year-old pot-bellied man did not matter. 
It felt great.  Kenny Young felt the same way as he
felt his thick, teenage cum rising up the core of his
numb, aching cock.  Goosey had given him an awesome
blow job, one even better than Chrissie Spackman had
given.  Being a fellow guy, that he knew better how to
suck a cock made sense.  From his past experiences
Julius knew the boy was going to shoot from the tremor
in his thick shaft, but despite his past experience he
was unable to swallow the boy's thick, copious flow of
teenage spooge as fast as the horny grade ten student
shot it out, and the excess oozed out of the corners
of his painted lips and oozed down around his chin,
something that the awaiting six did not fail to
notice.
	At almost the same time, Colin Cosher plunged his
cock up the rectum of his teammate and began shooting
his thick load of cum up the team captain's rectum. 
Colin trembled with the pleasure sweeping over him and
he closed his eyes and sighed with the sensation. 
Kneeling there between the legs of the made-up
cheerleader with her tan skirt pushed up, her burgundy
blouse wide open, and still wearing her knee-high
black socks, and him still in his soccer jersey, his
cock buried deep up the other boys' ass and his face
contorted with pleasure, his father, who had dismissed
Bob Moser even after the courts had cleared him of any
wrongdoing, would have had heart failure had he knew. 
As for Spence Spudder, shooting his load down the
throat of his replacement was not a new experience,
but doing it in front of the rest of the soccer team
was, and it was a powerful, awesome feeling.
	Having his rectum filled with hot, teen cum and
drinking down the thick, juicy load of a second randy
teenager straight from his swollen, throbbing cock was
a powerful, awesome feeling for Anton Gilles also. 
The randy twelve-year-old boy's head was spinning with
the rapture of having had his ass raped and having a
hot, thick cock spewing out its spooge up his rectum
while a second was filling his mouth.  He hungrily
swallowed the tart, slimy cum and sucked deeply on the
hollow tube to suck out every last ounce of the
delicious marrow, and he tightened his sphincter about
the thick cock rammed up his asshole with equal
delight.
	Bent over the wobbly table, nine-year-old Francois
Gilles was similarly gasping and quivering with the
pleasure of having been raped and having had the
spooge of a horny teenage stud shot down his throat. 
He trembled and tightened and relaxed his sphincter
about the thick cock plugging his ass as Freddy Rabb
gasped in like pleasure, having found that fucking the
tight ass of a nine-year-old boy was as pleasurable as
fucking the hot, juicy twat of a teenage cheerleader. 
Nicholas Pandoppolis had also discovered that getting
a blow job from a nine-year-old boy dressed in a
frilly dress was just as hot as being blown by a real
girl, and, like Kenny Young, he too concluded that a
guy, having a cock of his own, did a much better job
than a girl could ever do.
	As Kenny finally withdrew his now flaccid cock and
stepped back and Theo finally eased  his cock out of
Goosey's ass and stood up, they were replaced by two
of their anxiously waiting, stiff-cocked teammates. 
Julian similarly found the next two of his teammates
were eager to get their nuts off as Spence slipped his
cock out of his mouth and stepped back from the bed
and Colin Cosher at last pulled out his thick cock and
got to his feet.  Julius reluctantly pushed out once
again with his abdominal muscles and once again
slipped his mouth over the thick knob of the cock
being shoved between his lips.  He began to suck on
the swollen organ as he felt his rectum being stuffed
once more by hot, throbbing teenage cock, embarrassed
for himself, and for his teenage son laying beside
him.  Being raped and forced to suck cock by two of
his teenage players was humiliating enough, but being
forced to do so in front of his son who lay there
helplessly while two of his teammates abused his
father, and while being similarly abused himself, was
a scene that only Satan could have dreamed up. 
Humiliated beyond description, Julius lay there on his
back being rocked back and forth on the cheap bed by
the force of the teenage boy fucking his ass as he
sucked on the thick, throbbing cock of a second
teenage boy, cursing Bob Moser with all his heart.
	Julian was just as embarrassed as his father.  For
the second time that evening he was getting his ass
fucked by a teammate while being forced to suck the
filthy cock of a second, while another two of his
teammates were similarly abusing his father.  He knew
why it was happening. It was because his father was a
perverted screw-up of a coach and a degenerate who
preferred getting his ass fucked by a German Shepherd
over fucking his wife, who'd been knocked up by one of
his thirteen-year-old junior high students.  He
totally hated the fat, hairy, pervert.  And he was in
the position he was in because the entire team hated
him, hated him for not being able to lead them as well
Spence Spudder had, and for having been placed in the
position of team captain by his ignorant father.  As
he grunted and groaned from the fury of the teammate
fucking his ass, his body being slammed forward with
each thrust, he angrily sucked on the cock in his
mouth, anxious to get it over and done with as he
cursed his father for him being in the position he was
in, and his mother for humiliating him by dressing him
up as cheerleader, and his sister for painting him up
like a whore, something that the pregnant bitch was.
	  Francois was delighted on the other hand when
Freddy Rabb withdrew his cock only to find his rectum
being stuff by a second teenage soccer player.  He
closed his eyes and sighed with open pleasure as he
felt the teenager, driven mad with lust after watching
eight of his teammates getting their nuts off, ramming
his cock rapidly in and out of his rectum.  The wobbly
table almost collapsed with his fury, and his stiff
little cocklet was roughly scraped back and forth over
the surface as the teenager banged away at his ass,
sending shards of that strange, sweet pain through the
tiny, swollen organ.
	Anton too was delighted when Byron Baynham, the
fourteenth and last of the team, stepped up before
him, the foreskin of his beautiful, swollen cock
skinned back to reveal the deep purplish-red mushroom
cap.  Downy-cheeked with dreamy, dark brown eyes and
long feathery eyelashes and fine, dark brown hair
combed in a bang over his forehead and down over his
ears, the teenager, and his mother, had plans on him
becoming a model, and his captivating face had already
appeared across the nation in ads promoting his
father's multimillion dollar company, Baynham
Technologies, in Silicon Valley.  Anton eagerly and
hungrily ran his tongue over the swollen cap of his
cock and along the sensitive edge and was rewarded
with a huge dollop of clear pre-cum, the horny
fifteen-year-old teenager already near popping from
having watched eight of his teammates getting their
nuts off.
	All six of the remaining soccer players were, and it
was not long before another six pairs of cum-filled
teenage balls were drawn up tight under stiff, aching
cocks and pumping out thick, copious, teenage spooge. 
Once again six horny, gasping teenage studs, the cream
of Royal Glencoe Academy for Boys' athletes, the
scions of six proud and unsuspecting fathers and the
joy of six loving mothers, tensed their muscular
bodies with sexual pleasure and discovered that having
your nuts brought off by another guy was not a bad
thing.
	Julius and Julian sighed also as they felt their
partners coming, not out of pleasure as their partners
assumed and would brag later, but because the two
assumed that their ordeals were over.  Neither had
taken into account the level of anger that had been
built up over the past five months, nor the effect on
fourteen horny teenage boys of having just seen each
other shooting their loads.  By the time the second
string had gotten their nuts off, as quickly as that
had been, the first string was ready to go at it
again.  The four who had taken their anger and
frustration out on Anton and Francois now paired up
with Julius and Julian, leaving the two younger boys
for their teammates, who just as eagerly raped the two
youngsters, though from the eagerness of the two
youngsters, it could hardly be considered rape.  Some
continued to wear their jerseys and their woolen
soccer socks and cleats, others chose to strip naked.
	And, when they were done, which took them all a bit
longer having just shot off a load, which only
increased their delight and increased the torture of
the two who were participating under duress, the
second string was ready to go at it a second time
also, and they too swapped so all could have a chance
to vent their anger and get their revenge on the two
responsible, Madam Goosey and his faggot cheerleader
son.  The air in the crowded, tiny room was heavy with
the scent of spilt semen and teenage sweat.  For the
next four hours the team, driven by their anger and
frustration and the sexually charged room stepped up
and got one off, filling the asses and mouths of the
Gilles she-males with their hot, thick teen cum.  For
most of them it took three times to work off their
steam.  With forty-two shots of teen spunk and
eighteen hot, sweaty bodies, the air in the small room
was rich and fertile.
	Finally spent, they at last dressed and prepared to
leave.  Spence took out an envelop and calling for
everyone's attention, he opened it up.
	"This is a note from Moose," he said, referring to
Bob Moser who'd gotten the nickname back in his
college days on account of his size and his aggressive
technique on the soccer field, and which his high
school students had picked up and used affectionately
in reference to him.  "He said to open it after we
were all done."  Spence smiled as he read the short
note, and then read it to the team: "Hope you all had
a good time and worked off that pent-up energy.  Now
go out and win the next game and I'll rent the room
again for your victory celebration with Madam Gilles
and her little whoresons."  The team cheered and
laughed and resolved that they'd do just that on
Saturday's game with San Jose High.
	The team left in high spirits, followed soon after by
the Gilles family.  Julius had no idea how he was
going to possibly look at any of his players in the
eye come Thursday's team practice let alone coach
them, and Julian shuffled across the parking lot with
a frown and defeated slump as he thought of the horror
and embarrassment of having to meet his teammates at
school in the morning.  Damn it, he was no whoreson,
and he certainly was no faggot!  His heart sunk to a
new low, he felt even filthier and more humiliated
than the evening Spence had shit in his hands and he'd
been forced to feed the stinking crap to his father. 
On the other hand, Anton and Francois, their make-up
smeared and their wigs and clothing in disarray, had
never felt better as they walked to the car with
smiles on their faces and hopes for a win on Saturday.
	Watching the 2004 Lincoln Cartier pulling out of the
lot from the motel office, Billy Dean finished his
beer and picking up the extra key, headed off to Room
137 to pick up the tape in the hidden cams, the one
disguised as a water sprinkler in the ceiling, the one
disguised as a smoke detector on the wall, and the
third behind the air vent that could pan the room and
zoom in and out by remote from the office or the
adjacent room.  He and the owner of the motel had used
Room 137 many times in the past.  This could be one
profitable she-male video, but for now he had been
paid by Bob Moser for exclusive rights for his own
personal enjoyment and future use, and he had been
paid very well.   
	 
*******

Thanks to Ben for suggesting the cross-dressing idea
and to Bob for the soccer rape idea.  What else would
you like to see happen?  What further fun and havoc
can Cory create with his growing awareness of the
power of his great-grandfather's headband?  Have you
ever had someone you hated and wanted to get even
with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of
this story and if you wish add you as one of the
characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters would need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang and now
the 14 RGAB soccer players and their families.  Player
characters created by readers so far are Dominic,
Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben Hanson, Jacob
Schuller and Benji Gilles with a supporting cast of
Jonah, Lane and Spence, Nicole Halder, Molly and
Trang, Nick Dawson, Elijah Dean, and of course Lad,
Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the star of the series, Cory Wilson.


	

	
		
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