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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Joey and the Coach - 17 (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc) by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com) *** Sam visits the Headmaster *** Fourteen year old recently gang fucked Sam Jordan sat outside the Headmaster's office. He had decided to visit the head of the school and come clean about the pics he had of the Coach molesting Joey Gonzales and also about the horrible gang fuck he had endured at the hands of Brian Sheridan and the seniors. Sam could have kicked himself for having a schoolboy crush on Brian. He never in a million years thought it would turn into a brutal sex orgy. He had trusted Brian. Brian told Sam that it was part of his initiation, but shit, he had let every senior in the dorm who wanted to, come into his room to fuck the sweet freshman asshole. As Sam sobbed and begged, the seniors told him to take it like a man, not like a pussy. They also fucked his cute young mouth. In return, Brian had promised to take care of the Coach thing for Sam. But Sam now knew he could trust no one but himself. So he sat there nervously outside the Headmaster's office, cum leaking from his stretched out teenage asshole. He licked his chapped swollen lips and was sure he could still taste jock cum, even though he had gargled ten times. Sam felt certain that the Coach's sadistic perversion was somehow spreading through the school, infecting the boys. He would have run away, but he had no place to run to. he ran a hand over his recently cropped head...the boy shad chopped off his long hair as well and tears welled up in his pretty, boyish eyes. In his office the Headmaster sat at his desk playing with his eight-inch dick. He was watching Sam Jordan on the TV screen. Fuck, he hadn't realized that that fucking little freshman pussy was so hot. Maybe it was his new short buzz cut, but he was prime pussy. The Headmaster really wanted some of that teen ass and mouth, but of course, he would have to get the Coach's permission. Sure the Headmaster was resentful that the Coach and his "Board of Trustees" ran the school and he was just a fucking front man...still the job did have its compensations. He get to sample lots of sweet boy ass after the coach was finished with it. Of course most of the boys were so ruined by the time they came to him, they were mental and physical wrecks. The Coach loved nothing more than to totally fuck up a boy for life. They explained to the parents that the boy had had a mental breakdown from the pressure of College Prep studies. The boy to ashamed to even be alive anymore... never spoke a word of the unspeakable horrors that he had been exposed to. Amazingly, this practice of ruining boys had been going on for almost a dozen years with no repercussions. "Sam, come on in and take a chair..." The Headmaster said, opening the door and pushing his throbbing hard prick down one leg of his suit trousers. He noticed that Sam was walking very stiffly as if in pain. Sam cursed to himself. Even though he had spent half an hour on the toilet, his ass was leaking into his white briefs again. He sat carefully at the desk across from the friendly looking middle aged Headmaster. And then the floodgates opened. He told him everything...He slid the photos of the Coach and Joey Gonzales across the table. He spoke of Brian Sheridan and the senior's gang fucking him, something he never wanted to admit to another living soul. He sobbed and buried his face in his hands. He didn't know what to do, which way to turn. While he listened to the dick-hardening story, the Headmaster couldn't take his eyes off the pics of a naked Joey Gonzales, football star, getting fucked and fucked up by the Coach. The shots of the bottle in the boy's asshole were really a turn on. And the Headmaster sorely hoped he would be able to enjoy some Gonzales ass in the weeks to come. However the fact that the freshman pussyboy had these pics was alarming. If word ever got out...they could all end up in prison. "Now Sam, you know as well as I do that with computer technology, pictures can be doctored. These are probably fakes...designed to embarrass the Coach and Joey. You know what fine people they both are. I seriously doubt they would commit these kinds of acts." "Sir, I'm sure they are real. I just know it. I saw how Joey looked when he came out of the Coach's office." "Sam, we have to be careful of that kind of thing. What you saw may have been a look or relief or of anguish, dealing with Joey's grades or his performance on the football field, you assumed the rest. That's very dangerous. I am much more concerned about this abuse you say you suffered at the hands of the senior boys. I always knew Brian Sheridan was a roughneck, but I never suspected he would abuse another student. You say they fucked you in the ass?" Sam's face grew red. Why did the Headmaster have to use that kind of language. It made it all the worse. "They... they molested me. A whole bunch of them. Brian was the ringleader." "They fucked you in the ass like a pussy? In Brian's room. And what about the room cameras?" "They rewired them to show another room...they do it all the time when drink or screw girls..." "So how many boys actually put their dicks up your fourteen year old asshole like you were some cheap twat?" "Sir, I was raped. I probably need a doctor, and I think we should call the police." "Woa, just hold on young man. Do you know what that kind of talk could do to our fine school. And those boys you are speaking of are all fine young men from fine families...you can't just go around accusing them without proof. Now tell me, how many of them pussyporked you?" "I don't know exactly, I buried my head in the sheets... by the end... I guess eight or ten. Some did it for a second time." "And they dickfucked your face too?" "Sir, I just can't talk about it..." "You have to talk about it. If you tell the police, it will be in the papers and on TV, and most people will probably think you asked for it. I mean, why would fine young jocks who spend most of their weekends fucking girls do something like this to another boy, unless he was a faggot and asked for it." "Oh God sir, you've got to believe me..." Sam was hysterical. "I'd like to, but you've got to help me here. Are you sure you boys weren't just horsing around and maybe you got sexed up and wanted the boys to do stuff to you?" "How can you even think that. They raped me. My ass is raw!" "All right young man. There is only one way to know for certain. Please remove your clothing and let me get a look at your so-called raped ass." "Oh Jesus! Do I gotta?" Sam turned pale. His whole body shook. "Don't curse in front of me please. Now be a good boy, stand up. Take off your jacket and lower your pants and underpants." With trembling fingers, fourteen year old Sam Jordan removed his blazer and then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. The Headmaster came around the desk for a better view. Sam stood there looking so sexy in his tiny white underpants and from the rear, the Headmaster could see the spots of wetness from the cum leaking teen boy asshole. Sam wanted to cry, "Sir, I just want to leave school. Transfer someplace else." "Take down your underpants, Sam." The Headmaster said, hoping his own hard on wouldn't betray him. Sam lowered his briefs, his smooth young recently fucked ass was now on plain view to the Headmaster. "Sam, lean over the desk so I can see your asshole better." Oh God, the Headmaster of the school was staring at his asshole. Suddenly poor young Sam wanted to be back in the eighth grade again, were everything was safe and comfortable and oh such fun. He wanted to be talking about pussy with his buddies and having circle jerks. All the innocent things young kids do. The Headmaster could see that Sam had indeed been brutally ass raped. It made his dick throb and leak. "Reach back Sam, and spread your ass cheeks for me." Sam moaned and grabbed and ass globe with each hand and pulled his cheeks apart. "Ah yes, I can see that you have been fucked back there by a lot of dick. But how do we know Sam that you didn't seduce the boys. How do we know that you are not a cock hungry faggot?" Sam spun around, half out of his mind, and almost spat at the Headmaster. "They fucking raped me... Christ, I am not a faggot." "I told you before Sam Jordan, there is no need for that kind of language. We have to get to the bottom of this. Please sit down Sam and spread your legs and show me your penis and balls." A terribly confused Sam sat down and spread his legs.... In another part of the campus... Mike entered his room to find a sixteen-year-old Joey Gonzales huddled naked in the corner on he floor, muttering to himself like and idiot. "Joey, what the fuck is it? What's wrong? What the fuck did they do to you?" Mike was horrified at the sight of Joey, in a state of shock, his young smooth body battered and bruised, blood and cum leaking out of his asshole. Continued in part 18... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 26